As Jiang Wenjing's little follower, Feng Jiayi had been waiting for him for twenty years. Unfortunately, Feng Jiayi, who had his little heart crushed to pieces, finally came to his senses and decided to find his own spring. But why did that dead piece of wood suddenly change its face? It gritted its teeth and hugged Feng Jiayi's thigh with red eyes. It took a long time to hold back a sentence, "I don't agree!" However, God is playing tricks on them. The two people who are fighting each other are facing obstacles at all levels. Can their childhood sweethearts finally get married?
Intention: You should be like a rock, and I should be like pampas grass.