In the cycle of fate, everyone has to experience joys and sorrows, and taste the ups and downs. Life is so long, so we all look forward to having someone's company, maybe love, maybe family affection, maybe friendship. Life is so short, how dare we, how dare we spend it casually alone? Family love is about never giving up and always being firm, and friendship is about meeting close friends and having a good time over wine. And love, what is love?
For seventeen-year-old Jian Tong, love means doing anything romantic with Huo Yunchen. And twenty-seven-year-old Jian Tong wanted to go back in time and laugh mercilessly at her seventeen-year-old self, her stupid simplicity, and her whimsical ideas. If she could go back to the beginning, she would never fall in love with someone easily, Jian Tong thought silently. But what if? Jian Tong had no way to change what had happened, but the traces left by his mistakes were still obvious and painful.
For the nineteen-year-old Huo Yunchen, he had no love, only hatred and pain throughout his body. But the seventeen-year-old Jian Tong was so beautiful. Like an angel, she brought a ray of sunshine to his heart that had been dark for almost ten years. He was a fish that had been short of water for a long time and was on the verge of death. But how can a ray of sunshine defeat the darkness in my heart. So he still let go of her hand. It wasn't just letting go, it was him who pushed her into despair with his own hands. And the twenty-nine-year-old Huo Yunchen still has no love. He doesn't understand what it is. It seems that love will never exist again for him. A girl named Jian Tong took away his love.