In the autumn when she was twelve years old, Xia Zhi saw Lin Yu for the first time under the camphor tree at the school gate.
The sun was just right and the cicadas were chirping noisily. The young man got out of the car, his broken hair blown by the wind, revealing his smooth forehead. At that moment, her heart skipped a beat.
She thought it was just a crush that ended in nothing.
After all, the first thing the young man named Lin Yu saw was Su Wan in a white skirt.
For the next ten years, Xia Zhi has been standing in the corner.
She watched him get up early every day to clean the tables and chairs for Su Wan, watched him smile at Su Wan during sports games, and watched him stay up so hard to make up for Su Wan's math. She did everything she could - hot milk and cookies every morning, a notebook of wrong questions for three years, notes and strawberry candies that Su Wan secretly sent when she was hospitalized.
She never spoke out, never interrupted, never expected a response.
Until Su Wan died.
That high-spirited young man fell into the abyss overnight. Xia Zhi dropped everything and stayed with him for a year. Cooking, cleaning the house, not saying a word, just sitting there with him.
Then she left.
Because she knew that he would always be someone else in his heart.
But what she didn't know was that Su Wan recorded an AI called "Wanxing" before she died, and used her last strength to record her name, her efforts, and her waiting.
"Xia Zhi is a good girl." Su Wan said in the video, "If one day I am no longer here, you must treat her well."
Lin Yu finally started looking.
But Beijing is too big and the crowds are too crowded. They passed each other on the same subway, walked away from each other in the same cafe, and missed each other between two rows of shelves in the same supermarket.
We missed it seven times and missed it seven times.
Until the last time, she chased into the alley and saw only the empty night.
"Those are all me." He finally confessed, "I saw you so many times, but I didn't dare to come forward once. I was afraid that you would still blame me and that my appearance would disturb you."
She looked at him, her eyes red.
"You idiot."
"Well, I'm a fool."
"Then why are you saying it now?"
"Because..." He paused, "Because I finally dared."
Concept: Secret love is not humble waiting, but gentle self-fulfillment