Yandere “good girl” x gentle top student
Nan x Xi
Zheng Yanxi told Xia Anan that writer’s cramp was a medical condition.
The coldness between them after they were assigned to different classes made jealousy and suspicion grow wildly inside Xia Anan.
She’d go crazy without her!
What was real, and what was fake?
Xia Anan lost the ability to tell, falling into a shallow streambed strewn with stones and hitting the ground hard enough to leave her bloody and battered.
“Xia Anan, everyone else is pretending to be stupid. You’re the real thing.”
The flower language of Persian speedwell means not only health, but companionship, too.
Zheng Yanxi was Xia Anan’s gentle stream, flowing slowly into a tranquil forest, unhurried and steady. Wherever it passed, there was only a quiet, ceaseless flow of water and spring blossoms filling the garden.
