In September, the sycamore trees begin to lose their leaves.
Lu Chi knew that he was doomed, and he was doomed on the first day of his freshman year. That day Zhou Yan bumped into his back while dragging his suitcase. He turned around and said "I'm sorry", and there was a tiger tooth on the left side of his smile. From then on, Lu Chi could never take his eyes away from Zhou Yan - he cursed loudly, but his body honestly took care of all Zhou Yan's chores: helping him wet his hair, getting up in the middle of the night to tuck him in, taking the meat from his bowl, and secretly looking at his face after he fell asleep.
Zhou Yan didn't know anything. He just relied on Lu Chi naturally and unconsciously - using his shampoo, hanging clothes on his chair, pouring them into his hands after bathing, and doing all the things that crossed the line but never felt that there was anything wrong.
At the same time, Su Wan from the Department of Journalism had a crush on Zhou Yan for a whole year. She had been trapped in it since the day she entered school when Zhou Yan helped guide her. She had saved up the details for a whole year but only dared to peek at his running back through the convenience store's floor-to-ceiling windows. She didn't know that Zhou Yan's daily life had long been filled by another boy, and she didn't know that Lu Chi, who seemed cold and taciturn, stared blankly at the outline of the bed next door in the dark every night.
A sultry one is silent, a natural lover is unconscious, and a secret admirer dare not come near. The four people walked in a circle under the shade of the sycamore tree. No one dared to reach out and push open the door first.
Until one day, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Intention: Love is not something you have to wait for, it is something you can reach out.
