The seventeen-year-old secret love is silent and grand.
Jiang Jingxun's eyes seemed to always have a fixed focus, and that was Wen Zhiyu.
The classroom was noisy, the evening breeze swept through the corridor, and the setting sun covered the window sill. Everyone was growing wantonly in the excitement, but he was the only one who habitually turned his gaze to her quietly. He never leaned forward, never took the initiative, he just watched from a distance, hiding his heartbeat in the gaps between the pages of the book, in the afterglow during class, and in the youthful thoughts that no one knew about.
He thought they would always be parallel.
He is a person watching from a distance, and she is a bright and comfortable scenery.
Until that ordinary afternoon, the sun was gentle and the wind was light.
Wen Zhiyu suddenly turned her head and took the initiative to talk to him.
A few short chats, with no special content, disrupted the silence of his entire youth. At that moment, Jiang Jingxun's heartbeat suddenly went out of order, and all the forbearing affection, countless gazes, and countless restrained approaches all had a faint echo.
It turns out that the scenery he pursues from afar will also take the initiative to offer him tenderness.
The most touching thing about youth is never the vigorous encounter, but the careful love and sudden response.
He still didn't say anything, and still kept his heartbeat away.
But from that day on, his peripheral vision was no longer empty and empty.
Because there was finally one time in his youth when he saw Yu in the corner of his eye and heard the sound in the evening wind.
Concept: Seventeen-year-old secret love does not have to be grand. A gentle conversation is enough to reverberate in the thoughts of watching alone; ordinary moments are the unique romance of youth.
