She probably spent all her good luck in life when she met him at the age of 14. Sometimes Chen Jiao wonders how she, who has always been well-behaved, fell in love with him. Is it because she didn't have the freedom to love him, or because she loved the frivolous and uninhibited look on his face? Or when he raised his sleepy eyes when the teacher called his name in class, he squinted against the light, like a newly launched rocket, hitting her heart with fire, and then fell asleep. At that time, he seemed to be born to be rebellious. He could easily sound the alarm for the whole world, and easily make her and them surrender to his feet, but she was just one of his loyal subjects. No matter what the reason was, she quietly looked at the man lying on her lap in front of her, who was stained by time but still undiminished in his charm. She gently smoothed his frown, her palms were warm, and she was so full of happiness that it almost overflowed from her chest.