One autumn night when Su Nianan was seventeen years old, it was bone-chillingly cold.
On the night when her father slapped her out of the house, she dragged her suitcase and sat in an empty square. There were thousands of lights, but none of them belonged to her.
Until the south of the leaf appears.
She handed over a tissue, a cup of hot milk, and a gentle "I'll accompany you."
For the first time, Su Nian'an took off all his guard and fell in love with a stranger.
But the next day, the gentle sister who called her "the days are long" stood on her podium.
The word teacher and student is the deepest gap between them.
She worked hard to study and shine, just to get closer to her.
Reason repeatedly warned them to keep their distance, but their heartbeats crossed the line again and again.
Intention: two-way redemption and growth. I had no intention of looking up, but you became my light.
