In the second year of high school, the sycamore trees grew all over the campus. Su Zhixia hid her love for Lu Tingyan in the gaps of the draft paper.
She was quiet and reserved, he was cold and dazzling, and there was an unreachable distance between them.
She thought she was the only one caught in this silent secret love, but she didn't know that the god of learning, who was indifferent and distant in everyone's eyes, had quietly cast his eyes on her countless times.
The distance between the desks, the youth filled with questions, and the carefully hidden heartbeats of young girls.
There is no vigorous beginning, only the preference that slowly grows over time.
It turns out that all the long-distance glances are two-way thoughts.
Starting from the midsummer when I was seventeen years old, the story has just unfolded.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
