From the moment Lin Wan stepped into the shared apartment, her heartbeat never calmed down again.
Roommate Shen Zhiyi is gentle and reserved, with clean facial features and a soft voice when speaking. Even when he hands a glass of warm water, cleans up an empty room, and cooks a bowl of hot soup, he hides his quiet tenderness and tenderness.
He is sensitive, soft, and easily shy. Every casual touch, every soft reminder, and every light that happens to turn on late at night makes him flustered, but he can't help but sneak closer.
Shen Zhiyi seemed calm, but his heart was already raging for the cramped and well-behaved person in front of him. He suppressed all the throbs and used the most clumsy and serious way to silently take care of and protect him quietly.
There are no grand confessions, no ups and downs of entanglements, just an umbrella held together on rainy days, fingertips intertwined in the kitchen, soft chats during sleepless nights, and meticulous companionship when sick.
They were tempted, moved, and fell in the daily life of fireworks, and the care hidden in their eyes and the love on their lips turned into tenderness little by little.
It turns out that the sweetest feeling is never earth-shattering, but when I look at you, you also look at me. The evening breeze knows my intention, and you know my heart.
The intention: to use the delicate daily life as the background to write about the restrained, sincere, and two-way pure feelings between teenagers, to convey tenderness, healing, and long-lasting love, to emphasize respect, companionship, and cherishment, and to show the most touching warmth and heartbeat in ordinary life.