When he was seventeen, Lin Zhi thought Jiang Yu's silence was disgust.
He is number one in science and she is number one in liberal arts, separated by the noise and silence of youth. She wrote 81 unsent letters for him, and he only wrote 244 diary entries about her in her invisible blog. Until that fatal misunderstanding in the hospital corridor, she threw away the music box he gave her and completely disappeared from his world.
Ten years later, Lin Zhi was already someone else's fiancée.
A week before the wedding, the iron box among her mother's belongings was quietly opened: a sketch book full of her teenage figure, and a printed blog "Echo". It turns out that behind the indifference that she misunderstood was the unspeakable affectionate watchfulness of a young man. And the music box she had forgotten has been buried under the sycamore tree by him, along with all the marks of her youth.
Shen Shubai is the perfect fiancé, gentle, considerate and from a similar family background.
But the family secrets locked in his study tightly intertwined her past with Jiang Yu's future.
When the truth of ten years of silence is peeled away—
Jiang Yu said: "It's not that I don't know how to love, but I'm afraid that if I love you too much, it will hurt you like it did before."
Shen Shubai said: "I will accompany you for treatment, just like a doctor treats a patient. But after it is over, please give me a chance to compete fairly."
And Lin Zhi finally understood:
Some love is like an echo that needs to travel over mountains and ridges to hear the response ten years later.
Some injuries are like annual rings, and only when the tree grows into a big tree can its complete appearance be seen clearly.
"You are the most painful mark in my youth and the only echo in my adulthood."
