Lin Long felt that his biggest enemy in this life was his height.
Specifically, it's 1.49.5 Meters. The number after the decimal point is the result of her argument - she tiptoed secretly during the physical examination and was glared at by the school doctor, but she insisted that that millimeter was also part of her height.
When I was confessed, the other person said, "You are very cute and protective."
She refused.
It's not because I don't want to be liked, but because I don't want to be defined as "cute".
Later she met Qin Wu.
A new deskmate who is forty centimeters taller than her, looks fierce, and is said to have been in the hospital after a fight.
He doesn't like to talk, but he will silently help her pick up pens, pass erasers, and buy hot milk when she coughs.
He would hide in a corner and cry while reading romance novels.
Every month he writes an unsendable letter to his deceased mother.
Everyone felt that she needed to be protected.
But what Lin Long wants to do is to be the person who can say to him, "You don't have to carry it alone."
This is a story about height difference.
It is also a story about "Who said the short one must be the protected one".
Purpose: Break stereotypes in love and trust, and achieve self-growth and two-way healing.