He couldn't hear the voice of the whole world, he could only hear the voice of loving her in his heart.
Many years later, Xu Lianxing recalled that her memory was mixed with the usual scorching heat of summer, separated from the musty years that always felt rainy and rainy many years later. At that time, she stood in the corridor that was vaguely hidden between the shades of green. She stood on tiptoe slightly and looked down. With childish nature, she watched the young man raise his head and reveal his face illuminated by the sun.
All sounds were silenced, and only the senses were infinitely amplified with the scorching heat of summer. He was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a beautiful appearance, black hair that was soft and gentle brushing over his eyebrows. He had the same enviable long and thick eyelashes as Lin Ruyue. On the tall and delicate bridge of his nose were eyes as bright as morning dew, and his jaw was soft and charming.
The male protagonist was unable to hear when he was a boy, but his hearing was restored after treatment.