Lin Wanzhou always thought that Shen Zhihan was a condescending, indifferent and taciturn god of learning, and that all her embarrassment and desolation was nothing more than condescending pity. She skipped classes, was bullied, and her grades plummeted, but he was always out of sight of her, silently picking up her discarded notes, cleaning her dirty tables and chairs, and shielding her from all the wind and rain.
She didn't know that the handout she threw away had been treasured by him for three whole years; she didn't know that he came to school ten minutes early every day just to pack everything for her; she didn't even know that this young man who never said much had already spent ten years of secret love, silently redeeming her life's grievances.
He gave up the escort in Qingbei for her and chased her to the small town where she settled; he tore up the perfect test paper for her and protected her innocence in public; he hid all tenderness and affection for her and only dared to accompany her in silence.
It wasn't until many years later that she opened the diaries and picture albums he had hidden for ten years, and finally saw clearly - he was never indifferent, but loved too restrained and too deeply.
He waited for her for ten years in exchange for a stable life; she responded to all his unspoken confessions with a painting.
