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Song Qingleng is a girl without a father or mother, staying at her aunt's house. Her aunt is very kind to her, her uncle is very kind to her, and her cousin is very kind to her. But she couldn't find the feeling of home. It is for this reason that Song Qingling is introverted, sensitive and timid. So when she met Su Moan, she almost faced it with fear. When Su Moan saw her, he just smiled and touched her head, thinking how could there be such a cute girl. After getting along for a period of time, Song Qingling fell in love with Su Moan. But she was timid, she only dared to watch Su Moan shine silently. Until one day, Song Qingling felt drowsy while watching Su Moan's speech in the audience. Suddenly he heard his name, and then everyone around him was booing. The school leader took Su Moan away. Before leaving, Su Moan smiled at Song Qingling. From the descriptions of her classmates, Song Qingling barely understood that she had been confessed. It's the boy who thinks about it day and night.

I really like Muchi. The corner of his mouth raised. I fell. He said, "Bai Wanyun, I love you." I believed him. When he moved into my house, outsiders laughed at him for "barging in the door upside down." He said, "As long as I can grow old together with Ayun, that's all." Later, I caught him having a private meeting with another woman. That woman was as charming as silk and as gentle as water. I remembered that he pointed at this woman and said, "She is very beautiful, but I just like our Ayun." I laughed. Laughing till my face was filled with tears. I put clothes on the disheveled man one by one and took him home. I said to him: "It doesn't matter if you don't love me, but you can only be by my side." What can be done. Even though he lied to me, I still couldn't be angry at all. His eyes were so gentle when he first saw me, but I forgot to think about whether this was tenderness towards me. I locked him in my house and slept with him at night. I cried every night and he just wiped my tears without saying anything. I thought for a long time about divorcing him and letting him go. Before he left, I said to him: "I will let you go, and I will let myself go." Here he comes again. He said he loved me. I made up my mind and felt that I would no longer look at his deceiving eyes or listen to his gentle words. You see, he lied to me for so long that he even believed it himself.