No one else knows that she likes him, Lu Zhiyu just knows.
When you like someone, your love pours towards him like a mountain of water, but when it really touches him, it turns into a gentle breeze as light as a feather.
It's the thousands of eyes that follow him, it's the sparkling water that bubbles up and down in his heart countless times every time he sees him, it's the entanglement of breaths in the quiet midsummer afternoon classes, it's every word that pretends to be serious when they stop to face each other, it's the days and months that Lu Zhiyu spent from the age of fourteen to the age of twenty-two...
I thought we would be two parallel lines that could never intersect, but you shifted your angle and we would eventually intersect.
Intention: I like you, so I respect you
