Under the parasol tree of the attached middle school, Mu Xingyao saw Song Zhiyu for the first time. The moment he took off his helmet, the setting sun turned the side of his face into gold. The whole school knows that he is the heir to the Song Group, his grades are always first, and his personality is as cold as ice. No one knew that he would break into her practice room through the window and leave a light blue note in her dance music.
"Your pink lips are very beautiful."
She is a dancer who specializes in dancing, quiet, timid, and as pale as moonlight. She thought he liked someone else, thought those notes were just the kindness of a stranger, and thought she would always be just a passerby. It wasn't until she found more and more notes in the dance score that she realized that he had never been passing by. He is specialized.
From the attached middle school to Qingda University, from the age of sixteen to twenty-six, they spent ten years learning to approach, trust and love each other. It was a sour secret love and a long wait. The starlight is immortal and the love is eternal.
Intention: Starlight is immortal, love is eternal