Zhang Xingchen, in the vast universe, you are my only star.
Yu Zheya, who had just entered high school, was intercepted by a gang of five junior high school gangsters on his way to school every day.
Everyone laughed and pointed out one of the boys with a flushed face. He was saying something, but Yu Zheya didn't listen at all.
Because there was a young man in white clothes and black trousers as far as he could see. Although there were several people in front of him, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding to leave a small area of the world for him. He was clearly standing in this group of people, but he seemed to be free from it.
His eyes were thick and black, his eyebrows were straight, and his expression was cold and indifferent, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Spotting Yu Zheya's gaze, he raised his eyes slightly and then looked away without having anything to do.
Yu Zheya, who had just turned fifteen, knew for the first time what the heartbeat described in the book felt like.