If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? Dependent origination and destruction, gathering and dispersing will not follow the fate after all. If Zheng Bin had known that the inevitable fate was that the two of them would depend on each other, he would not have been so resistant to the truest feelings in his heart, and he would not have missed each other for many years. When Jian Xue first caught a glimpse of the familiar figure with messy clothes and stubble on his face who was hurriedly searching for her at the airport, even though she had ten thousand thoughts left in her heart, she still turned around with tears in her eyes. How could she have imagined that they would meet again after a few years, and there was still no one around to accompany her. She seemed to think that her brother Jian Hao's words were credible: Zheng Bin loves you deeply, and you love him so much. You two will be together after all. . .