Sicheng inherited everything from his father, being honest, kind, strong and tolerant, and even cowardly and evasive. But Yuan Yang couldn't let go of this kind of thought. In countless midnight dreams, he would always think of Si Cheng's childish actions and gentle care. Then, he would think of how he would cry and helplessly lose himself on that spring day. . . . . . Then, all night long until dawn, I could no longer sleep or be at peace.