The whole school knew that transfer student Tan Wan was a stand-in for the school heartthrob’s first love. He styled her to suit his first love’s tastes, and even called her “Lili” with heartfelt sincerity. Tan Wan played along until he asked her, eyes red, “Don’t you have any likes of your own?”
She smiled and hooked her arm around the second male lead’s. “I do. Jiang Yu.”
Later, they discovered an old photo hidden in her textbook. The girl leaning against the male lead was unmistakably fifteen-year-old Tan Wan herself.
The stand-in he had once cast aside like trash was the first girl who had ever moved his heart, forgotten somewhere in the years gone by.
