Xia Zhifan was naturally born not knowing how to love, and her original family made her used to sealing her emotions deep in her heart. Yet Lu Liao chased her for a year and a half, and held her in the palm of his hand to pamper her for more than forty years. Until that sentence before he passed away from illness, 'Would you still want to marry me in the next life?', she only belatedly felt heartaches to the point of fainting on the spot. Opening her eyes again, she was reborn back to the university confession day, full of expectation waiting for him to speak, but he held flowers and turned around to ask her roommate if she had a partner. That hand holding the flowers clenched its knuckles white, as if desperately hiding something—this time, it is her turn to learn to clumsily walk towards him.