Xu Rui was a flower raised in a greenhouse from childhood, yet she had a free spirit. She first began to form a vague, beautiful fantasy about love after catching a glimpse of Zhou Cong leaping down from the wall of the school next door.
He had an innocent, fair face and wore a neat, spotless white shirt. He looked every bit the good student, yet he was skipping class.
That contrast made Xu Rui completely hooked on him, and from then on she followed him around like a lovesick puppy.
Until one day, Zhou Cong pinned her against a wall. In the dim alley, someone whistled in the distance. Before her stood the boy she'd pursued for an entire year. Amid the curling smoke, Zhou Cong's eyes shone brilliantly. He still wore a white shirt and had that innocent, well-behaved face, but now he held a cigarette between his fingers. He took a slow drag and blew smoke into Xu Rui's face. "You like me that much? Fine. Want me to satisfy you right here?"
Xu Rui thought she really was beyond saving. Even then, she thought he was unbelievably handsome. The hand of the person before her groped downward in the dark. Xu Rui remained composed, even parting her legs slightly to make things easier for him.
Zhou Cong was a quiet sleeping beauty. Following the principle of "You leave me alone, I'll leave you alone, and everyone's happy," he had peacefully spent two years as a nobody at school. The teachers liked his diligence, while his classmates only knew him as aloof.
However, it all fell apart in front of Xu Rui. Zhou Cong didn't know why anyone could be so obsessed with him, as if they were willing to bare their heart to him. He couldn't bear such a heavy love. He had been born undeserving of it.
Theme: Love and being loved
