
Heartbeat Never Closes
About This Novel
The names of Xu Shuangxu and Yan Qiubai are linked together, which is the "standard answer" that everyone in the Beijing circle knows - the two families are of the same wealth, they have been tied together since they wore crotchless pants, and even the milk they drink is exclusively provided by the same ranch. She thought he only had business numbers in his eyes. After all, he would always be called away by an "emergency meeting" call when she handed over the homemade snacks; he thought she had the artist in mind who gave her a limited edition paintbrush. Otherwise, how could he say "I have a date today" when he rarely turned down social activities and wanted to watch the stars with her. People." Everyone said they were a match made in heaven, but only Xu Shuangxu knew that Yan Qiubai's schedule was always fuller than her sketches; only Yan Qiubai knew clearly that Xu Shuangxu's studio always seemed to hide secrets more important than him. Until that day when it rained heavily, he braved the rain to deliver the picture folder she had left on his car, and he caught her staring at a painting in a daze - the painting was of him as a boy, sitting under a sycamore tree and sharpening pencils for her. The sunlight fell on the tips of his hair, like a layer of gold. There are small words in the corner of the painting: I have hidden my heart for ten years, when can I tell you? Standing in the rain, he suddenly remembered the throat lozenges she secretly put into his suit pocket last night, and the hangover soup she always "accidentally" cooked when he stayed up late. Those details that were diluted by misunderstandings now became scalding evidence. It turns out that in this evenly matched secret love, no one is braver than the other, and no one hides it deeper than the other.
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