Classes were divided into classes at the end of summer, and the desk by the window accommodated the two quietest people.
Su Jin is meek, timid and has low self-esteem. She is a transparent girl who has almost no presence in the crowd.
Shen Yubai is cold, taciturn, indifferent and distant. He is a low-key academic who lives alone.
They are the most boring pair of tablemates in the eyes of others, quiet, indifferent, and have no interaction with each other.
But no one knows that under the still water, there has been an undercurrent for many years.
In the beginning, it was just kindness within a certain measure: the fan turned down, the wrong question book arranged, the edge of the umbrella turned aside on a rainy night.
Later, there were eyes that couldn't be hidden, care that couldn't be taken away, and a dilemma.
She was too afraid of being sentimental.
Whenever there is a slight ripple in my heart, I immediately retreat, dodge, pretend to be stupid, and avoid suspicion. The mediocrity was engraved in her bones, and she never believed that the dazzling young man would stop for her.
He knows too much about restraint and forbearance.
The more you like it, the more cautious you will be. Sensing her alienation step by step, he restrained all his hidden tenderness, gave in silently without asking, and sealed his heart in countless silent days and nights.
The whole sophomore year of high school.
For more than three hundred days, it was advancing and retreating, pulling in both directions.
No bloody misunderstandings, no noisy confessions.
There is only the cautious, sour and restrained liking that is unique to young people.
Rumors are the veil between people, and inferiority complex is the wall that cannot be crossed.
Separated by a desk, they were in a stalemate throughout the summer of youth.
Until the third year of high school, the sea of questions was overwhelming, and the years had smoothed away all the timidity and barriers.
The evening breeze comes to an end, and the college entrance examination comes to an end.
The hidden excitement that had accumulated for a whole year finally came out.
The turbulent love is never the true nature of youth,
His love for her was as gentle as water, lasting and lasting throughout the years.
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The whole process is slow-motion｜No love triangle｜No industrial saccharin｜Two-way healing
Concept: Youth is full of hesitation and regret. There is no need to demand perfect progress.
