That year, in late autumn, there was a lecture theater at S University of Business School.
The ginkgo trees outside the window are golden and the fallen leaves cover the stone road.
Lin Zhiyi held a stack of economics textbooks and hurriedly opened the back door of the lecture theater. She arrived fifteen minutes late. The professor was teaching game theory on the podium. She bent over and tried to sneak in from the last row.
"Classmate."
A deep voice came from beside him.
She looked up suddenly and ran into a pair of bottomless eyes.
The boy is sitting by the window, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with clear outlines and a cold temperament. He turned slightly to make way for a little space - the empty seat next to him.
Lin Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, whispered "Thank you" in a low voice, and sat down quickly.
She didn't know that while she was lowering her head to take notes, the boy next to her watched her for the entire class.
Little did he know that from that day on, she became someone's obsession for eight years.
