On the first day of school, Ye Ran walked through the gates carrying a sack of fertilizer and ran into Liu Yun, a senior welcoming new students.
With willow-leaf brows, cherry-red lips, and eyes that curved like the moon when she smiled, she was beautiful.
He thought they’d only meet that once.
But on the first day of military training, she was the instructor standing in front of his class.
She was especially strict with him during training, yet in private she would quietly slip him an extra hat, a bottle of water, or a bag of bread.
“Don’t embarrass me,” she wrote on WeChat.
Ye Ran had no idea how much unspoken tenderness those words held.
And she had no idea that the poor boy was giving everything he had, taking one step after another toward her.
