"If you can't tell us apart, you can never tell us apart."
Xu Ran, who suffers from mild facial recognition disorder, returned from Europe when he was seventeen and transferred to the top aristocratic academy Dorontis. He just wanted to live a stable life and focus on his studies, but on the first day of school, he became the focus of a "confession wall" post. He even admitted the wrong person on a rainy night and stumbled into an elaborate twin game.
Xie Lin and Xie Yan—the twins who are looked up to and feared in the academy. The elder brother is the always meticulous president of the student union, with a coldness that controls everything hidden under his gold-rimmed glasses; the younger brother is the unruly president of the fencing club, with dangerous tenderness dormant under the thorn tattoo on his collarbone.
They have the same appearance but very different auras.
One is as clear and ascetic as a pine forest after snow, and the other is as sweet and tempting as a caramel macchiato.
Xu Ran carefully distinguished:
The one wearing glasses is Xie Lin, the one without glasses is Xie Yan;
The one with the buttons buttoned to the top is the elder brother, and the one with the collar slightly open is the younger brother;
The scent of cedar is rational, and the scent of caramel is arbitrary.
Until that rainy evening, after being bullied, he hid in a familiar embrace and cried. When he raised his head, he met a pair of smiling eyes - not the usual coldness, but as hot and playful as flames.
"I admit my mistake three times, little rabbit."
Another identical voice came from behind, and the eyes behind the lenses were dark and deep:
"Tonight... Which question should I start with to teach you how to recognize people?"
——It turns out that gentleness and coldness are just two sides of the same coin.
The lamb that mistakenly recognizes its owner is destined to receive double "care".
Two male protagonists | Aristocratic campus | Twin attack | Substitute misunderstanding | Forced love | Identity mystery
When Shou, who can't tell the difference between faces, meets twin attackers who deliberately blur the boundaries...
Intent: Redemption goes both ways