When he was eighteen years old, Lin Xu hid a secret between the pages of a book.
At the age of twenty-six, the secret ran into his arms unexpectedly in the corridor of the hospital.
Zhou Yanbai wore gold-rimmed glasses and held a little girl in his arms. He smiled faintly at him: "Long time no see."
Lin Xu clenched the pockets of his white coat and pinched his fingertips into his palms.
He knew that he should pretend as if nothing had happened, but the name that had been hidden in his heart for eight years was hitting his chest crazily at this moment.
Some people, once seen, can never be forgotten.
Some love, once it starts, can never stop.
