During summer nap time, the originally noisy classroom was peaceful except for the fan above the head, which swayed like an old man singing and singing, blowing up the girl's hair and puffing up the boy's clothes. A page was opened from the book open on the table, which disturbed someone's thoughts.
If time had a pen, how would he describe this time? Is it youth, or a secret that cannot be told?
This is a campus story about secret love. There is no sadness or bloodshed, but just a story about a daughter that is as sweet as a sour plum but also sour.
So now, welcome to Li Xiaoya's secret love world.