The whole school knew that Lu Zhiheng from the Department of Architecture was not a womanizer.
The love letter was returned intact, the confession was rejected in person, and the school beauty's WeChat message was answered with two words: No.
Until that day, someone saw him under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree - he blocked Wen Ruan Ruan from the Chinese Department in the corner, and his voice was as low as begging her: "Ruan Ruan, look at me."
Wen Ruanruan later learned that some people just talk less, not that they don't know how to love.
Due to low blood sugar during military training, he silently pushed over a glass of brown sugar water. When they ate in the cafeteria, she refused to eat the chicken skin, so he took it away and said, "Hers is more delicious." She didn't want coriander, so he gave her the meat he picked out in his bowl. In his math notebook, he wrote the cold formula poetically, and marked next to it: In this step, leave room to breathe.
The whole school spread the word that Lu Zhiheng was finished.
He knows it himself.
After lights out that night, his roommate asked him if he liked Wen Ruan Ruan. There was silence for a long time in the darkness, and then a very soft voice - "It's over a long time ago."
