"what kind of tip are we talking about?"

Xiang Nuan, who'd loved Qin Junhui for so many years, finally got what he wanted. He even took care of the internship in the hospital, but before the internship was even over, things had changed. Ever since then, Qin Junhui had spent every day surrounded by the warm. "Warm, hungry? Eat." "I'll look over the company papers for you. Just sign it." XiangNuan threw the papers next to him. What the hell are you trying to do?! He pushed XiangNuan to the corner and whispered into her ear: "What do you think?"

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.

“Don’t cry.” “Promise me that you’ll wait for me.” “I won’t be long.” Those were the last words I’ve heard from him before he went off to war. Then it was the cold winter and the earth covered in snow. The snow melted and the flowers bloomed, there came the spring. The weather became increasingly hot announcing the upcoming scorching summer. The tree leaves painted in miscellaneous colors and the autumn invited itself. Then it was winter again and I stopped counting the days. A few years later I stopped waiting and started a new leaf of my life because I no longer could go on like this... Until the day he came back again. Merging some bittersweet memories with the struggle of moving forward without looking back, this story speaks of choices someone has to make in life as well as hope and regrets. But all in all, it is the story of a man seeking his own happiness.