The ultimate affectionate "keeper" is attacked by x logical self-destructive genius
Lin Wan's most outstanding skill in his life is "filling in".
Like a sophisticated radar, she can instantly measure the pH of the emotions of the people around her and hand out a glass of "water" with just the right temperature.
Until she met Shen Zhiwei.
The genius in the mathematics department lived like a piece of code that only ran to verify the truth, and his coldness was almost inhuman.
Lin Wan's eyes were red for her, he served her hot porridge, and he gave up the top prospect in Heidelberg for her.
However, Shen Zhiwei would only be stuck in that 97% logical gap and spit out one word without raising his head: "Get out."
Lin Wan finally gave up and left in the heavy snow with her suitcase.
She waited at the stairs for a full forty-two seconds, with only dead silence behind her.
She replied "Yes" and ended the three-year entanglement.
Shen Zhiwei's world is an absolutely closed island.
She doesn't love the world, she doesn't love herself, and even her pain-sensing nerves can give way to data.
She thought she didn't need An, until Lin Wan really disappeared completely.
The computing power is overloaded and the system crashes.
When he opened his eyes again, Shen Zhiwei lost his proud brain and turned into a blank piece of paper called "amnesia".
The once arrogant genius was now clutching the corners of Lin Wan's clothes, his eyes as clear as a cub:
"Who are you?"
"Why does my heart rate deviate from the normal curve when you look at me?"
Lin Wan pinched her palms and smiled cruelly and selfishly:
"I'm your girlfriend."
"Remember, the person you love most in your life is me."
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