In the eyes of the innocent and timid Ji Feng, Song Qingcheng has always been an angel-like existence. He is mature, steady, gentle and kind. He lights up her whole world. She spared no effort to run towards him. They seemed very close, but they seemed to be separated by thousands of ravines. Just when she wanted to muster up the courage to confess her love, another man came out halfway... The window paper that was originally separated became the Alps the harder she tried.
A few years later
Monsoon is no longer an innocent and timid crybaby
"Why does it have to be me?" Ji Feng asked the king helplessly.
"Because I really don't want to waste my only tenderness on others."
"But I don't want to waste my only tenderness on anyone else besides him."
This woman Ji Feng! Ruthless! It's like one thing brings down another thing...!
Intention: The heroine is sober and not in love.