If life were just like meeting each other by chance, there wouldn't be one rough patch after another.
One has a cold appearance and a strong personality. One has a weak appearance and a gentle personality.
The two met in the same dance group 7 years ago...
The cold guy in the entire dance troupe who didn't dare to talk to each other, our little warm boy, was assigned to the same apartment as the cold-faced male god. Is it a coincidence? Or a conspiracy? And it's the same bedroom. How will the cold-faced male god treat him? If two people sleep in the same bed, how will they be divided...
Three years later, when the two met, like a fish meeting water, the cold-faced man changed.
It's so miserable, a love that is not accepted by the world, in whose hands was it destroyed in the end, and who took hold of it again...
Fate has arranged that we will continue to hold hands...
Ups and downs, thousands of twists and turns. Who and whom...
It's hard to separate, love and hate parting. Who and whom...