Everyone at No. 3 High School knew that Xia Zhi from Class 3 of Grade 11 was like a shadow: an old uniform washed pale, cuffs frayed at the edges, and a head that was always bowed. She lived among her father's empty liquor bottles and tuition bills that could never quite be paid. She was so humble that even lifting her head to look at someone felt like an impossible luxury.
Until that boy appeared.
Jiang Jing, a dazzling young man transferred from an elite school, with carefree confidence written all over him. He sat beside her like a beam of light suddenly breaking into the darkness, so bright she hardly dared look at it.
He brought her breakfast and said, "I bought too much."
He paid her tuition and wrote, "Don't argue."
He tossed her his coat, complaining, "Your clothes are too thin."
He pressed his key into her hand and said, "In case I can't get inside."
In the most casual manner, he did the most earnest things.
One didn't dare accept; the other didn't know how to express himself.
One struggled through the mud; the other fell from the clouds.
When a fading flower meets the spring breeze, when a new branch reaches out through winter...
It turns out there really can be someone in this world who makes you feel:
"You are worth it."
I once lived in the mire, until you came to me with your light.
