In their first year of high school, Lin Niannian wore a mask when she went to meet Zhou Shaoyan.
They didn’t eat, and she never took off her mask, so he never saw her face.
Then she deleted him.
Six years later, they met again. He lived across the hall, and she lived in the wedding home he had left empty.
He pretended not to know her, and she didn’t call him out.
Until she noticed that when he lied, his eyes still shifted to the left.
Just like before.
She knocked on his door. “Zhou Shaoyan, stop pretending.”
He stood inside, one hand gripping the doorknob, his knuckles white.
“...I thought you didn’t want to acknowledge me.”
She looked at him and smiled.
“I’m living in the wedding home you bought. Do you think I want to acknowledge you or not?”
