Since childhood, Shen Yusheng had listened to her mother ramble on. Her stories always included the child of one of her friends, a person who seemed to stand atop a mountain, surveying the world alone, forever in the prime of youth, brimming with scholarly spirit.
She had never met the "unattainable flower" her mother spoke of, and naturally wondered whether this older boy even existed. Then one day, she met him, someone "meant to be admired from afar, never touched."
"Do you believe me now?"
"I believe you, I believe you."
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