Halfway through his sophomore year of high school, Lin Wanwan transferred to a new class and was assigned to sit next to the famously cold-faced academic tyrant Lu Xingci.
He was rigid in rules, had severe mysophobia, did not like to talk to others, and was always surrounded by a layer of coldness that repelled others. Everyone advised her to stay away.
Lin Wanwan was quiet and obedient, guarding the dividing line between the desks and only observing him quietly.
She was weak in mathematics, so he silently pushed the ruler; the evening wind ruffled her test paper, but he calmly stretched out his hand to hold it down; it was raining heavily after school, but half of the umbrella quietly moved toward her.
He never speaks softly, never takes the initiative to talk to someone, and all his tenderness is hidden in tiny moments that no one notices.
Lin Wanwan gradually realized that this seemingly frozen boy was always breaking the boundaries he had set for her.
In the long high school life, the desks were three centimeters apart, and the two of them pulled each other with their unspoken feelings.
He restrained his heartbeat, deliberately distanced himself, and tried to distance himself, but he couldn't help but feel soft and failed again and again. She was careful to test, had her own art dream, and slowly grew up while waiting.
From being at the same table in the second year of high school, to studying for exams side by side in the third year of high school, to meeting again and sharing a room in college.
The secret love hidden in the scratch paper, wrong question book, and graduation notebook is finally exposed.
The stars fell into the evening breeze, and the young man overcame all restraints and came three years late to confess, just for her.
Intention: Two-way growth under the restraint of secret love, gentleness has its own echo