Qiao Yiyun has a secret
He likes the young man next door to him. He started to like him a long time ago. He really likes him very much.
Hiding on the balcony every morning and watching him arranging the bright roses, Qiao Yiyun felt so happy that she felt so sour to death.
Because this is too much like a dream, a dream that he can't break in and can't bear to break.