When he was seventeen, Lin Qi broke a person's name into notes and hid them in a chord that no one could understand.
She thought it was her secret.
Later, they were divided into classes, trained together, misunderstood, and alienated. For three years, they held the same love and missed each other for a long time in their silence. Later, she stood on the stage and sang the song she had written. The boy in the first row suddenly stood up, holding a piece of yellowed scratch paper in his hand. On it was the chord she had thrown away back then, with an additional line next to it: I heard it.
When he took off his coat to her that year, she thought he just looked at her because she was cold. In fact, he already knew her name.
Much earlier than she thought
