Xia Qiushi still remembers the first time she saw Qingsu. At that time, she was lying on the counter, lazily raising her eyelids. The first time she saw him, the brilliance of Qiyi bloomed in her eyes. Then, the rumored noble, cold, indifferent and ruthless teahouse proprietress smiled and grabbed his hand and said, "Hey, do you want to hear a story?"