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On the day he transferred to another school, Lin Zhihe was walking in an alley when he was accidentally bumped into by a boy. The two people, who thought they had nothing in common, have a subtle relationship from then on. "It turns out that the transfer student in the next class is you." The young man smiled brightly. This was the first smile she received after arriving at the new school, and it was uniquely hers. "You are quite powerful, really." Xie Wanci always said this. But he didn't know how much effort she had made to let him see her. "Sometimes, don't be too strong. It's too tiring." This was the first time Lin Zhihe heard such concern, but she could only pretend to be strong. She only had herself.