“Shen Siheng, I like you. I always have.”
Years ago, beneath the shade of a tree, a girl played the violin. He became her only audience, and the two secretly loved each other for a long, long time: so much affection, yet a love neither could see clearly.
Their school days were short. They went from friends to exchanging smiles across the auditorium at last.
A proud heiress versus top student Shen Siheng? From their first meeting on campus to the auditorium, what sparks will fly along the way?
