The third floor of the library, two o'clock in the afternoon, window seat.
This is the tacit distance between Lin Wan and Shen Yu - more than ten meters, four rows of bookshelves, and a whole list of names that they dare not say.
She didn't know how long he had known her. She only knew that when he sent the first QQ message "I am Shen Yu", her hand holding the phone was shaking.
A rainbow pencil case, a line of faded words, a quiet love that stretches from high school to college.
"Shen Yu, come on, come on."
This time, she finally didn't have to just recite it silently in her heart.
