First Snow of Eucalyptus

[Outspoken and funny re-reading female × psychological trauma hidden academic master + daily bickering on campus + male protagonist's secret love + sweet and sadistic interweaving] I always wonder why I can never express my love for someone? What is the difference between lack and loss? Perhaps we don't have the right to say we don't want something we've never had. Su Yuan stood on the stage at the awards ceremony for the third grade of high school. After more than a year, he was no longer the same person as before. "I met a lot of people and experienced a lot of things. I survived the journey where everyone pushed me down, and I once again gained the qualification to stand here again. I hope that my own will is to hold the trump card instead of being blindly confident. I also hope that we can all become cranes in the lonely sky instead of paper fluttering in the wind... To encourage each other." Zhou Lianqing looked at the high-spirited Su Yuan at this moment, maybe they were on different paths. I like it, where to start? There is dead sea water around me, but my heart is surging because you are the moon. But you are neither my moon nor my sunrise. Every time Su Yuan made a metaphor, Zhou Lianqing felt that he was teasing her. In Zhou Lianqing's eyes, Su Yuan took pleasure in teasing herself. Su Yuan didn't dare to express his love for Zhou Lianqing. He was afraid that if he said something, he would lose it before he got it. Lu Zechuan: "Lian Qing, I have never seen Su Yuan care so much about someone."