Lu Zhiyi’s world once shrank to a bright red “8 points” on a test paper and the relentless rumors buzzing in her ears.
Then Jiang Shu entered her night sky like a silent, unwavering orbit of stars.
He taught her how to balance chemical equations, and how to face malice with disdain.
He remembered every little thing she liked, yet never explained why he was there.
Through their years of companionship, she gradually pieced together the truth:
His gaze had followed her through her entire youth, starting far earlier and lasting far longer than she knew.
“Jiang Shu, are you my salvation, or another carefully planned scheme?”
“I’m your destiny.”
