Ji Lingchuan kept on saying that he loved Su Xiaoxue, but never believed her. On the day that Su Xiaoxue left, Ji Lingchuan cried like a child. He knelt in front of Su Xiaoxue's grave and confessed. If he could turn back time, he would have chosen to believe in Su Xiaoxue, not not not not believe in her, and even hurt her.

"Creek, I'm tired. I might never like you again." "Su Bei-Mo, how about I like you in my next life?" In her previous life, Shen Yuexi had thought that Yu Qingfeng was her destiny, so she learned everything he loved, but all she got in return was betrayal, and the loss of the person she loved the most. But she had been reborn, and she had been reborn before it had even begun. This time, she was going to polish her eyes, tear up the slag man with her hands, and beat the white lotus. The most important thing was to be reconciled to her Mr. Su, but what if Mr. Su was a little hard to get along with?

A seventeen-year-old boy looking for love.

I don't play nice.