In her nineteen years, Lu Qinghan had received precious little.
A desperately poor home, an older brother, Lu Ren, who had been out of touch for nine years, and the loneliness of studying on her own. She had learned not to complain, rely on anyone, or expect anything.
Until one day, a man claiming to be her brother appeared.
His name was Chen Feng. Handsome and gentle, restrained and warm, he remembered every detail of their childhood. The aloof, distant vice principal in the eyes of the teachers and students was impossibly patient with her alone.
He told her that she would never have to be alone again.
She believed him.
The family affection she had waited nine years for was so warm that she didn't dare ask why he wasn't quite like the brother she remembered. She didn't dare dwell on the unfamiliar panic that came with her quickening heartbeat.
Chen Feng had never imagined that a heart untouched even by a thousand years of loneliness could be so easily burned through by a bowl of hot soup brought to him by a girl on a whim.
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