Jiang Hua had always been the kind of child other people admired. Outsiders said she was obedient, sensible, and good at her studies.
Perhaps only Chen Yang knew what she was really like: anxious, insecure, and rebellious.
Senior year was dull and monotonous. Even years later, Jiang Hua still thought the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her was meeting Chen Yang in her final year of high school.
Jiang Hua: Chen Yang, let's go to Peking University together.
Chen Yang: All right. Together.
But somewhere out of sight, someone had been secretly watching this well-behaved girl for two years.
