When Qiao Anyu was nineteen, she posted on an anonymous forum in the middle of the night. Someone replied, “Want me to tell you a joke?”
His name was Chen Feng.
For the next four years, he kept her company through every sleepless night from the other side of the screen. He never pressed her about the pain she couldn’t put into words, but he was always there.
In her senior year, he confessed. She said no.
That single “no” made him think she didn’t love him. That single “no” made her think he had given up. The next day, she secretly took a seventeen-hour slow train to his city, stood outside his university gate for ten minutes, then turned and left. He never knew. Later, he secretly flew to her city countless times, leaving after catching a glimpse of her from afar. She never knew either.
In their own ways, they secretly loved each other for years.
Until one day, he came across the novel she’d written: Secretly Loving You. Every word in the book was their real story. Only then did he learn that she had once come to see him. Only then did she discover that he had never left.
He boldly showed up at her company. She stood in front of him, not knowing he was Chen Feng. He wanted to wait for her to recognize him herself. After all, she had been secretly in love with him for so long.
This time, it was his turn to love her openly.
Every missed chance had been leading to a better reunion. Every secret love would, in the end, come to light.
