Only You Know

[School Life] [Urban] [Unrequited Love] [Reunion After Years Apart] [Childhood Sweethearts]

[Cool-faced Cutie x Arrogant, Jealous King]

Le Ti and He Zhizhou were the quintessential childhood sweethearts: always bickering, yet never apart. Everyone was used to seeing them together, as if they would go on trading barbs and walking side by side forever.

Then He Zhizhou suddenly went abroad and cut off all contact.

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A few years later, Le Ti's best friend dragged her to a live house to see Pluto, a rock band that had shot to fame over the past two years. Onstage, the new guitarist kept his face hidden. Broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, he played with dazzling skill, but there was something about his silhouette that seemed strangely familiar.

After the show, she accompanied her friend backstage to ask for an autograph. "Could I get your autograph?"

The band's manager stepped forward to stop them. "Sorry, this isn't a good time..."

Before he could finish, the man leaning against the wall suddenly looked up.

Beneath the brim of his hat, his deep eyes landed squarely on her.

Their gazes met, and the pen in Le Ti's hand clattered to the floor.

Ignoring the manager, the young man bent to pick it up and looked at her. "Sure. How many signatures do you want?"

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That night, Le Ti returned to her apartment, distracted and still fretting about the roommate who would soon be moving in.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She opened the door, and the man outside took off his knit cap. A black guitar case hung over his shoulder.

She froze, her mind going blank. "You... how did you find this place? Wait, you must have the wrong address, right?"

The man glanced at her shocked face, then walked straight past her and into the apartment.

His voice was perfectly calm. "I have the right place."

He set down the guitar case, turned back to look at her, and casually dropped another bombshell. "Where am I sleeping tonight?"

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Blurb updated September 20, 2025

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[Sweet, Well-Behaved Girl vs. Cold, Reckless Rich Boy]

At university, Si Rong and Duan Qingyue seemed to belong to two different worlds.

He was a star in the law department, while she was just the quietest shadow, always carrying books and making her way through the crowd alone.

After the campus debate competition, Si Rong's roommate dragged her to the celebration party to make up the numbers. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested playing "Never Have I Ever."

Duan Qingyue lounged in a booth, his long fingers toying with a lighter, his gaze drifting toward her as if by chance.

"Want to play?" he asked.

Si Rong wanted to refuse, but the crowd was making too much noise, so all she could do was murmur, "...I'll play."

When it was Si Rong's turn, she said softly, "I've written an anonymous letter to a boy."

Everyone perked up at once and insisted she say who it was for.

Si Rong clutched the hem of her clothes and kept quiet, the tips of her ears red as blood.

Duan Qingyue suddenly stood up and said coldly, "She wrote it to me. Got a problem with that?"

Later, at a reading hosted by the literature club, Si Rong spoke as an outstanding member. The audience broke into thunderous applause, while Duan Qingyue leaned against the back row, watching her with an inscrutable smile.

After the meeting, he cornered her in the library corridor. "Si Rong, the way you pretend not to know me..." He leaned in close and said with a faint smile, "It's pretty damn annoying."

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Everyone thought Si Rong and Duan Qingyue belonged to different worlds.

News of their relationship caused a stir across campus, and their breakup was just as tumultuous. Whenever their friends brought it up, they all said the same thing: Young Master Duan had been interested on a whim, then dumped her once he got bored.

Until they met again at an alumni reunion years after graduation.

After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested playing "Never Have I Ever" again.

When it was Duan Qingyue's turn, he looked straight at Si Rong. "All these years, there's been someone I think about every day."

The private room fell silent.

"Si Rong," he said hoarsely. "Are you going to concede this game?"

Theme: Don't say one thing while meaning another.