"Zhou Ziji, if I mess with you again in this life, I will be a bastard!"
She had already said that he was a puddle of mud with a gorgeous appearance, but she still couldn't help but stir it up. If she didn't stir it up with him, who else could she stir it up with?
"It seems that I am a bastard, and we are mixed together again!" We are all stirred up, can we still escape cleanly? This war of theirs involved so many people, and who escaped unscathed? Next life! If he was still involved with her, he would try to be as noble as possible! You see, Zhou Ziji, it's not that you don't run, it's that you can't run at all!
Concept: Contemporary love