You Call It Zimu, I Call It Zhuozhuo

On the eve of the winter vacation, Yan Zi, a sophomore girl, was deceived by her mother into returning home. She went on a rampage and met her destined husband, Duan Qingcong, the president of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine who was more than ten years older than her. Duan Qingcong's cousin, Duan Qingsong, a graduate student at the same university as Yan Zi, had also been obsessed with Yan Zi since she was in high school. One is elegant, deep, serious and upright, the other is charming, wise, affectionate and unrepentant. How does Yan Zi, who has a cold nature, survive the ups and downs of their relationship? Duan Qingcong said, that day you ran straight into my arms, and when you raised your face again, I was surprised - this little person was just like God specially created for me. That kind of natural fit is something I have never experienced in the past thirty years, and I believe I will never experience it again in the future. I wrote these words down on paper, stored them in my computer, and engraved them in my mind. I took them out to review every time. Every time, a silly and sweet smile hung on my lips, just like the endless happiness that Teacher Duan gave me. When Duan Qingcong saw me like this, he took off his glasses, narrowed his eyes and looked at me, and said leisurely: Little one, your fate is really better if you can meet me.