Seven years ago, he left a box of mints and disappeared; seven years later, he wrote in the medical record: "Lin Xiaoman, I still like you."
On the third day of school in his senior year of high school, Lin Xiaoman made a mistake in his deskmate's textbook.
That boy named Zhou Xubai - his left leg is slightly lame, as cold as ice, and his school uniform is always as clean as a lab coat.
She smiled and handed him a mint, and he pushed it away expressionlessly.
Later she found out that he hated sweetness, but secretly collected the wrappers of every candy she had.
"Zhou Xubai, do you like me?"
On the eve of the college entrance examination, she grabbed the hem of his clothes, but he just opened her fingers silently and turned around and walked into the rain.
Seven years later, at a medical seminar, Lin Xiaoman, who had become a child psychiatrist, saw a burn case on the projector.
Patient's name: Zhou Xubai.
Cause: Laboratory explosion, third-degree burns on his left leg, delay in treatment due to protection of experimental data.
As for the man standing on the podium, the mint candy bracelet she gave him was vaguely exposed under his white coat.
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"The most irrational thing I have ever done in my life was to deliberately make you hate me in my senior year of high school."
"But do you know that the place I recommended to University B is always your name?"
