Lin Qingyan always felt that her student days were wrapped in an inexplicable layer of luck.
Life always creates embarrassments for her, big and small, but every time she finds herself in a difficult situation, a silent helping hand always comes as expected.
Sometimes it is a knocked-down book that falls steadily back to the table, sometimes it is an embarrassing misunderstanding that is resolved, and there is no noisy announcement, and the person who comes always retreats behind the crowd.
She caught glimpses of the young man named Helen countless times.
He lingered at the end of the corridor and on the edge of the playground, mingling among the passing classmates, not too far or too close. Lin Qingyan only regarded it as an accidental kindness from ordinary classmates, and never delved into why this good luck always came at the right time.
In the eyes of others, he is just an indifferent and distant classmate.
Only Herren himself knew that this attention did not originate from this school.
The longing that had settled over the years was firmly suppressed in his heart. He only dared to watch from a distance, not daring to disturb her who was so clean.
I just wanted to stay quietly and protect her from worries every year.
But the threads of fate have become uncontrollable since the moment we met again.
Intention: Destiny is never a sudden encounter, but a long-planned reunion.
