Her name is Lin Xingchen, and she is the kind of girl who always seems to be smiling. Laughter is her armor, her habit, and the most convenient prop when she has been saying "I'm fine" for seventeen years. Until the transfer student sat next to her and said to her: "Fake smiles are uglier than crying."
His name is Shen Yelin, silent, cold, and distant from others. He would give her his only umbrella on a rainy day and get soaked himself; he would catch her when she fainted after running 800 meters and take out an orange candy from his pocket; he would secretly put a bag of warm babies on her table, but he would not even dare to leave a note.
He never said he liked it. He just wrote and scribbled on the letter paper, scribbled and scribbled again. Those letters were never sent, some were stuffed into holes in the table, and some were soaked by the rain. "From the day you sat in the third row with the sun shining on your face..." This was the only complete sentence she peeked from his pocket.
Later he said: Don't come to me.
Then she really didn't look for it again.
On the day the college entrance examination ended, she got on the bus home and never looked back. He stood at the school gate, tore up the love letter he had written all night, and threw it into the trash can.
Five years later, she became a small editor at the publishing house. One day, a handwritten manuscript was placed on her desk. There is only one line on the title page: "I have seen a girl. Her smile and her eyes speak two languages."
Trembling, she dialed the number at the end of the manuscript. A familiar voice came from the other end: "It's downstairs."
The most touching secret love in the world is not a grand confession, but a person who writes "I like you" all over his youth, but doesn't dare to let you know a single word.
But you don't
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