The first time Jiang Ye noticed Lin Weiran was when she stood in the middle of the classroom like a frightened deer, holding the limited edition headphones that were broken in half.
He casually came to her rescue. At that time, he was a demon king that was shunned by the whole school. The scar on the back of his neck hid a past that no one dared to mention.
She is an excellent student who is nicknamed "Chinese medicine scum", and her school uniform always smells of Chinese medicine.
No one expected that these two parallel lines would suddenly intersect.
"Don't you only know how to fight?" She clutched the strap of her schoolbag that he had mended for her, and her fingertips touched the calluses of his palm.
"Don't you just know how to study?" He pinched the soothing tea she gave her, his Adam's apple rolling, "It's so painful."
When the school bully's fist swung at her, he clenched his fist for the first time not for himself;
When the demand note crushed her spine, she raised her head for the first time not to show off.
It turns out that the so-called salvation does not mean who saves whom.
It was he who found the long-lost light in her, and it was she who saw the unquenched fire in his eyes.
It was two people who were owed by the world and finally learned to turn each other's scars into tender medicine.
