Cheng Dongyi, thirty years old.
Secret love, twelve years.
Twelve years of secret love disappeared together like a bubble after an accident.
Returning to his college days, he wanted to seize happiness again at all costs, "Li Junyu, you can't escape my grasp this time." But what happened? The former roommate with a wooden face seemed to have a grudge against him and was hindering his plan.
"Of course, are you sick?"
"Yes, I am sick. My illness is that I love you so much that I love you so much."