Qiao Han is the kind of boy people fall for easily.
He’s so perceptive that he can tell someone is upset from the slightest frown. He’s so gentle that he never lets anyone’s words fall on deaf ears. He’s like a blank sheet of paper, pristine and untouched by anyone else’s writing, and too timid to write on anyone else, either.
And yet, a boy like that is the one people most want to get close to.
Some approach him openly, some cautiously test the waters, and some watch from afar for three years without ever daring to speak. He notices every one of their feelings. How could someone so sensitive fail to notice?
But he’s a coward.
He’s afraid he isn’t good enough, afraid of disappointing people, afraid that once those pure feelings are spoken aloud, things can never go back to how they were. So he treats everyone with warmth, while gently keeping each person at just the right distance.
But youth won’t wait for him to slowly find his courage. As those feelings grow clearer and become harder to pretend he doesn’t know about, Qiao Han finally has to face the question he fears most:
If warmth can’t give someone an answer, can it still hurt them?
A story about a gentle coward and the feelings he never dared to accept.
