As sycamore leaves fall all over the university road, the game of connections in the art circle begins quietly.
Lin Ran just wanted to make installations and create with peace of mind, but he was blocked by the rules of decency time and time again.
Jiang Yu saw through all the undercurrents with cold eyes and never took the initiative to intervene in her life, but he could always right the tilted balance at the critical point.
There was no direct confession, no deliberate favoritism.
She follows the white line of her heart, and he follows the white line of the rules.
In the game of youth, the restrained heartbeat is hidden in every silent protection.
Reader comments
The top cool and restrained campus crush! No blood, no industrial sugar, the whole process is the real game of art school and the persistence of teenagers. Lin Ran is proud and self-possessed, taking the right path without being attached; Jiang Yue is extremely measured, hiding his preference in rules and protecting his deep feelings in silence. No one confesses, every sentence is left blank, others are playing tricks on human dignity, but they keep their true intentions pure, their quality is high-end, and the more they look at it, the better they get!
The top cool and restrained campus crush! No blood, no industrial sugar, the whole process is the real game of art school and the persistence of teenagers. Lin Ran is proud and self-possessed, taking the right path without being attached; Jiang Yue is extremely measured, hiding his preference in rules and protecting his deep feelings in silence. No one confesses, every sentence is left blank, others are playing tricks on human dignity, but they keep their true intentions pure, their quality is high-end, and the more they look at it, the better they get!