"If my secret is that I'm a coward, what's yours?"
Lin Xia's world was the small patch of gray-blue sky framed by the attic window. Her mother's chair at the dinner table sat empty for most of the year after she remarried. Colorful candy wrappers piled up in her textbooks, and water stains blurred the old photos from the orphanage at night. She was used to wrapping her thin, seventeen-year-old life in a shell of detachment, until the transfer student who was always **mocking her stiffness** appeared.
Cheng Ye's sharp tongue was like a blade dipped in ice. He sneered that she "lived like a stapler," yet hid in the shadows during PE to swallow pills. He deliberately tossed the chocolates from the school beauty into Lin Xia's desk, but when he collapsed on a stormy night, he clung desperately to her wrist. Lin Xia found the faded red cord he never took off. The date embroidered on the inside made her tremble: it was her **real birthday**, before it was changed on her ID.
When the lines from the school anniversary play, The Little Prince, became an omen, and torn candy wrappers reflected a rainbow from the bench outside the operating room, the two souls trapped in lies finally faced the truth:
- He remembered every leaky roof in the orphanage from her journal, yet didn't dare admit that he'd secretly photographed her profile while she was taking notes.
- She saw through the medical records hidden beneath his roguish smile, but didn't understand the **"spring of 1997"** engraved on the glass lamp until the night of the first snow.
**[Glass candy wrappers can cut your palms, but someone is willing to hold on to the scars]**
This is a story of two people secretly watching each other, beginning with mockery and misunderstandings, and of two lonely planets stumbling into one another's orbit. When the boy returns a long-overdue piece of candy to her on the brink of death, she finally understands:
**A secret crush is never a silent fall. It's a heartbeat wrapped in a glass candy wrapper, waiting for a fearless hand to unwrap it.**
Theme: In a youth scattered with cracks, love is the only prism that can refract light.
