Su Nian hid a secret.
On her finger, she always wears an inconspicuous old ring.
It was what she used to steady her heartbeat, and it was also what she didn't dare to say.
Until that day, Lu Shiyan, recognized by the whole school as the iceberg academic god, fended off the booing crowd for her at the end of the corridor.
He lowered his eyes, lightly brushed the ring with his fingertips, and said in a low but gentle voice, "Don't be nervous, I know."
Su Nian was stunned.
It turned out that the person who also secretly paid attention to her late at night and silently remembered her preferences also acted out a drama called "secret love" over a long period of time.
Intention: The youthful worries of youth, the two-way journey of gentle self-healing. I hope that every secret love hidden deep in my heart will eventually see its own light and preference.