When she met at the used book club, she bumped into the young man in the dust.
He is a cold and aloof literary scholar, silent and inferior, living in a corner where no one cares.
She is a warm and magnanimous little sun. Her heart is moved at one glance, and she approaches step by step, wanting to give him all her tenderness.
A party, a misunderstanding,
She thought she was an unnecessary intruder,
He thought he didn't deserve her light.
Until the boy no longer flinches,
Supporting her for the first time in front of everyone.
He in the dust is her literary god;
She who ran bravely was the only light in his life.
Love grows over time, two-way redemption,
This time, we won't miss it.
