School uniforms torn in a fight, a half-smoked cigarette, exam papers with nearly perfect scores, and those eyes that were forever calm and unruffled.
What could make him feel excited? Pain, or a gentle kiss?
The past piled up before their eyes, scene after scene. Who was the one who became indifferent in the end?
Youth burned away in a frenzy, yet couldn't light up the endless darkness. Who could have imagined it? In the very end, a bookstore became the full stop to everything. Absurd and laughable.
Zhou Zimu held his lover, a boy's silhouette reflected in his eyes.
A clueless, pure-hearted author wrote this clueless love story between a clueless seme and a clueless uke while struggling to avoid doing homework.
Recommend skipping the prologue.
