It took Xie Nuan three full years to go from not daring to say a person's name to not needing to say it.
Her secret love started from a very small thing - on the first day of school, he helped her pick up the scattered books in the corridor and said, "Is it okay?" From then on, all she could see in her peripheral vision was that unhurried white back.
She thought it was one person's chaos.
She thought he didn't know.
She thought that the names secretly written on the draft paper, the thoughts hidden in the diary, and the casual encounters were all her secrets.
Until the summer after the college entrance examination, he opened a notebook in front of her.
The corners of each page were filled with very small words filled with gazes she had never seen——
"She got a new hair tie today."
"She was talking to people in the hallway today and had a great smile."
"She was sick today, so I put a glass of warm water on her table."
The last page reads:
"Xie Nuan, since the day I was assigned to class in the first year of high school, I have been thinking about how to get closer to you."
It turns out that the highest state of secret love is not secretly liking someone for many years.
But when you secretly like him, he also secretly likes you.
