Lin Wan is a girl who doesn't like to talk. Her voice is so soft it's like a mosquito's buzz. She has to rehearse every sentence in her mind many times before she dares to say it quietly.
After her father left, she grew even quieter.
Her classmates often forget that she even exists.
Her world is tiny, consisting of nothing but the market, home, and textbooks.
Then, in her second year of high school, she became Shen Du's deskmate. Shen Du was quiet too, ranked first in the whole school, with a face cold enough to freeze.
Two people who don't like to talk sit together, and can't manage three sentences between them all day.
Yet these two quiet people gradually learn to understand what the other leaves unsaid.
When she can't afford the fee for her school materials and lowers her head, afraid to speak, he quietly slips a banknote into her textbook. He remembers that she doesn't eat cilantro. When everyone gossips about her and corners her against a wall, he steps in front of her and says, "I believe her." His voice isn't loud, but it's like a ray of light shining into her quiet world.
This is a story about two people who "don't like to talk."
No melodrama, no golden finger, just companionship in the quiet and a flutter of the heart hidden in the details. She borrows a little light from him, only to realize later that she'd long since come to see him as the sun around which her whole world revolves.
Later, in front of the entire school, Shen Du takes her hand. "Lin Wan, be my girlfriend. It's not pity. I like you.
I've liked you for many years." It turns out the quietest people love the most deeply.
Theme: I've liked you for many years." It turns out the quietest people love the most deeply.
