The arrogant young master of the Molin family and the gentle and taciturn male servant Wen Jin who has been with him since childhood, from the soft carpet-padded steps of the study to the campus corridors filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, over ten years have melted the boundaries between master and servant into the splash of orange soda during recess fights, and the overlapping shadows of broken sycamore trees on the way home. When Mo Lin peeked at Wen Jin's side face gilded by the sunset for the hundredth time, she didn't know that the other party had already put his pretended willful concern into the yellowed pages of the diary. The sour and sweet throbbing ferments between the misplaced identities. From the homework books touching the fingertips to the heartbeat distance of holding an umbrella together on a rainy night, a sweet tug-of-war of two-way secret love is quietly unfolding...
Intention: love