She is the daughter of a policeman; he is the young master; is it fate or fate? Let two people who have nothing to do with each other but are on opposite sides meet. One is black and the other is white, a vertical and horizontal battle. Is it enemies or is love destined to be destined? In the end, I don't know where the love started. When it goes deeper and deeper, who is leaving a mark on whose heart? Who held whose hand and had a moment of pleasure? Or watch? Or wait? Or is it a disappointment? It seems that there is a certain destiny, but who can tell clearly?