After the college entrance exams, Le Luo became the province's top scorer, the hottest name of the summer. A nouveau riche neighbor eager to see his child succeed asked the neighbor across the hall to put in a good word and help arrange tutoring.
"Her name is Ting Yan. She's outgoing, lively, and easy to get along with. She's about to start her senior year, and her grades are pretty good, though she's a little uneven across subjects."
She listened to the introduction distractedly. Since the neighbor had done her a favor, she hesitated before finally agreeing.
It was only for a month. She could treat it as a way to while away the boring summer break.
Then the doorbell rang.
Thinking it was a delivery, she looked up, and her brows drew together.
Sharp brows and striking eyes, with an excellent bone structure. He stood there with one hand lazily in his pocket, exuding the carefree air of a spoiled rich kid.
The Yan in this young heir's name wasn't the Yan in "swallow". It was Yan, as in the Chinese character for inkstone.
At that moment, Ting Yan leaned down and raised an eyebrow at her, speaking in an unhurried drawl. "Hey, shorty. I'm here to see your older sister."
Le Luo: "I'm your older sister."
At seventeen, the boy was as upright as a pine, steady, honest, witty, and funny.
Le Luo considered Ting Yan a dangerous person.
Beyond their tutor-and-student relationship, she wanted nothing to do with him.
But spending every day together, the unrelenting heat, and her erratic heartbeat made things complicated.
Before everything spiraled out of control, she forced herself to hit pause.
Ting Yan already had someone he liked, and she had to keep her mind on what mattered, too.
She had a crush on someone she'd never met, someone she knew only through the internet, yet who had been her emotional support during her darkest days.
Now she was working up the courage to meet him in person.
Meanwhile, just one wall away,
Ting Yan sat at his computer and solemnly typed out his twenty-seventh invitation to meet: "How about we meet up? I'll come find you, no matter how far away you are."
Theme: The moon is one of a kind, just like you
