A wild girl vs. a pure-hearted top student
[Campus + mutual pining + saving each other + rekindled romance]
“Don’t be too good to me.”
“You’ve been so good to me.”
“So are you being good to me to repay a debt?”
“No.”
Innocence, awkwardness, heart-flutters, affection: for someone so sensitive and starved of love, every one of them is a fatal blow.
At sixteen, Tang Yue met her sun. At seventeen, she pushed it away with her own hands.
She said she was nothing but dead leaves and withered branches rotting underground, destined never to see spring again.
But what she didn’t know was that what she had met was never the sun, never spring. It was the moon, shining for her alone on a still, silent night; it was a corner of spring revealed only to her after all the plants had withered.
When two utterly shattered hearts collide, what kind of sparks will fly…
