A seemingly gentle but secretly dark male lead × a female lead who grows over time. A mutual-crush story with a tragic ending.
That summer, when she was fifteen, Xia Chao was forced to take part in a group fight.
She watched Jiang Yan defeat several opponents on his own. Afraid of getting dragged into trouble, she hid in the shadows and silently watched.
They met again at the start of the school year.
She saw Jiang Yan take the stage to give a speech as an exemplary student.
Throughout the speech, his gaze kept drifting toward her, then away.
In everyone else’s eyes, Jiang Yan was always a frail, sickly boy, gentle as jade.
But Xia Chao always seemed unlucky enough to encounter the real him.
Their less-than-pleasant first encounter in middle school, and all the love and resentment that followed, melted into time and carried them forward.
And so, the most closely guarded secret of that autumn was perhaps that an introverted girl who had fallen from her pedestal had fallen in love with a boy who was just as lonely.
“As I grew up, my girlish feelings were buried underground, hidden from the light.”
“I hope that once I’m cured, I can tell her in person that I love her.”
Autumn sounds count the points of a fleeting dream; rain falls on the plantains beneath the eaves.
