The September wind was still hot and dry. On the day Lu Xingci transferred to another school, the whole class thought he was just a cold and withdrawn transfer student.
No one knows where he comes from, no one can find out his past.
Only Su Wan had seen his stomach hurt so much that his knuckles turned white, and she had also seen the tip of his ears quietly turn red when he took his first bite of dried apricots.
Later she found out that this man, who even wrote his father's name as "Mr. Lu", had a surname that the entire Nancheng could not afford to offend.
