Before her rebirth, Rong Yan and Mo Xingji had always been at odds. He was like the lofty flower on the iceberg, cold and devoid of any emotions. A certain young woman didn't believe in such aloofness: "Mr. Mo, don't you smell something burning? It's my heart burning for you." The big shot was icy: "Perhaps it's not the smell of burning. It should be the aroma of barbecue." The young woman: "..." After her rebirth, the young woman gazed at the man who was confining her in his arms with both arms. His eyes were filled with subdued and restrained glimmers. The man asked her hoarsely, "What do you think of this..."