[Urban Campus + Rekindled Romance + Childhood Sweethearts + One Female Lead + No System]
One misunderstanding. You said nothing, I said nothing, and for three years we were strangers.
Then, when university began, we were forced to work together on a project.
During a late-night discussion, a reminder from an old memo suddenly popped up on my computer:
[On this day, I owed her an apology.]
The whole conference room fell silent.
Across from me, she lowered her head and wiped away a sudden tear.
Later, my novel became a nationwide bestseller. The title page read: “For SY, the source of all my inspiration.”
Her illustration exhibition drew crowds, and beside the price of the central piece, Reunion, was a small note: “Not for sale. For LX.”
We became the industry's celebrated dream team, but never spoke about our private relationship in public.
Then, at our alma mater's anniversary celebration, the classmates who used to tease us gaped at our fingers entwined together.
She simply lifted our matching rings and smiled:
“Allow me to introduce my business partner, and my husband.”
“Years of silence, a lifetime of working together. I look forward to it.”
It turned out that the deepest love is the kind that crosses years of silence and misunderstanding, then puts each other back together by hand beneath the shattered starlight.
This time, my childhood sweetheart, my beloved for life, let's love each other well.
The author's writing is good, but it's just not popular yet.