His love was silent until it was deafening.
Wang Lujue, fifteen years old, is the palest shadow among the four generations of trainees.
Taciturn and quiet, with a subtle aura that is not straight, fans call him "Sister Lu".
Mu Zhicheng, seventeen years old, a third-generation trainee, once a dazzling rising star, is now silent in the company's label.
There should have been an entire era between them.
Until late one night, the proxy camera accidentally captured the cell phone screen lighting up in the car——
Wang Lujue's lock screen wallpaper was actually a screenshot of a video that Mu Zhicheng posted on his social account two years ago.
An everyday moment that I didn't even notice.
The trending search exploded.
"In the mobile phone of the fifteen-year-old junior brother, are the daily videos of the seventeen-year-old senior brother two years ago hidden?"
"What kind of time-space-displaced secret love is this..."
The entire network began to frantically retrace every shot:
——Wang Luju suddenly stopped when Mu Zhicheng appeared.
——The drowning eyes looking towards the stage in the darkness
——Even the dance movements contain Mu Zhicheng's long-abandoned choreographic habits.
Everyone thinks this is a ridiculous unrequited love.
Until one day, practice room surveillance leaked:
Mu Zhicheng squatted in the corner and choked, while Wang Lujue stood three steps away, like a plaster statue soaked by the rain.
He reached out his hand and touched the tip of Mu Zhicheng's raised hair very lightly——
The next second, he retracted his fingers like an electric shock, turned around and fled into the darkness.
Mu Zhicheng raised his head and looked at the direction where he disappeared, his eyes red.
#Even touching him is like a silent crime
#But why didn't Senior Brother push him away?
