When she was sixteen years old, Shen Yan cried like a fool in the utility room.
The person who walked in through the door was named Gu Xingzhou. He was number one in grade and the proud son of heaven.
He put a bun into his hand and said, "Eat it."
That was the only ray of light in Shen Yan's gloomy life.
For the next two years, he followed him like a shadow. Grab a seat, bring breakfast, and organize notes.
Everyone thought they were friends.
Only Shen Yan knew - when he looked at him, his heartbeat was so fast that he was about to die.
On graduation day, Shen Yan deleted all his contact information.
Five years later, at the industry summit, Shen Yan was sitting in the audience.
The person delivering the keynote speech on the stage was Gu Xingzhou.
After the speech, Shen Yan stood up and left.
When he walked to the door, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
"Shen Yan."
He looked back.
Gu Xingzhou stood at the end of the corridor, his suit jacket draped in his arms, his tie half loose, and his chest heaving violently.
He looked at Shen Yan, his eyes were red, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper:
"Do you know that I have been looking for you for five years?"
Shen Yan stood there, looking at him, and suddenly smiled.
"I know," he said, "because I'm looking for you too."
Intention: Secret love is a lonely practice, but the best ending is - it turns out you are waiting for me too.