The night Yang Ye transmigrated into the body of a scholar, a handsome young man in wedding robes sat on the bedroom bed. Haunted by past emotional scars, Yang Ye bluntly declared: "I'm emotionally detached," "I don’t like you," "Not in ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime—" "Separate rooms." The little stutterer, A’Xi, was heartbroken. Months later, Yang Ye returned in glory after passing the imperial exams. A’Xi, certain he’d be cast out, quietly packed his belongings and left for his parents’ home— Only to be swept back the moment he stepped outside by the scholar who’d sworn he’d never love him.