When he was five years old, Xiao Yihan swaggered into Jiang Wei’s room, hugging his little quilt: “Jiang Xiaowei, there’s no one at my home. My dad doesn’t feel assured leaving me alone and told me to come over and sleep at your place.” Jiang Wei stared at him with her wet, round eyes: “If you sleep here, where will I sleep?” Xiao Yihan patted the spot next to him on the bed and said with a serious little adult-like expression: “Here. After all, I’m going to marry you sooner or later. Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility!” Jiang Wei: “……” What kind of responsibility could a little kid who only plays in the mud take? A story with a bit of sweetness about a cold, aloof dance major girl versus a mischievous medical school heartthrob guy.