When Sang Mang was twelve years old, she met the young Fu Qingyan, who spared no effort to support her, even if it meant going against everyone else. That was the first time Sang Mang tasted partiality. Her secret crush began so early that before she could even experience the joy of liking someone, she had already tasted all the bitterness of it. When they met again, he no longer remembered her. Until one day, someone caught a glimpse of the untouchable Fu Qingyan lowering his head, holding the drunken young woman in his arms, his peach-blossom eyes filled with absolute indulgence. "Ah Yan, can I chase you?" "You can."