Shen Ci stopped writing lyrics.
Two years ago, he handed the childhood friend he secretly loved a notebook filled with more than a hundred pages of lyrics, only to be met with laughter from the whole class and the words, “You’re so ridiculously pretentious.”
From then on, that blue notebook stayed locked in a drawer, never to be opened again.
Gu Shengsheng stopped speaking.
Everyone at the school knew the music department’s campus beauty never spoke. No one knew why she kept her lips closed, and no one had ever heard her sing.
Until that day in an elective class.
She opened her mouth.
And what she sang was the line from his drawer.
He was done for.
