The high school years of Lin Yue and Shen Yanyan were the moment when two parallel lines occasionally intersected. She peeked at his side face teasing sparrows in the library, and he handed over a bottle of warm mineral water behind the teaching building. They had a crush on each other, but no one said anything. Three years was like a silent secret love that was washed away by the torrent of college entrance examination before it even started.
She thought that some people were destined to be just a glimpse in their youth.
But he was waiting for a more suitable time.
On the day of the university's opening ceremony, it rained heavily. Lin Yue hurried into the lecture hall and sat down at an empty seat. The person next to me handed over a pack of tissues, and the voice was low and familiar - "Wipe it, your hair is wet."
She looked up and saw those eyes that had been silent for three years.
This time, there was no hesitation, no miss, just a long-planned reunion. "Finally we meet again"
