"If my secret is timidity, what's your secret?"
Lin Xia's world is a small patch of gray-blue sky cut out of the attic window frame. The dining chair that had been absent for many years after her mother remarried, the thickened stained glass candy wrappers in the textbooks, and the water stains on the old photos of the orphanage late at night - she was used to wrapping her seventeen-year-old thin life in an alienated shell, until the transfer student who always laughed at her rigidity appeared.
Cheng Ye's poisonous tongue was like a knife tempered with ice. He ridiculed her for "living like a stapler", but he hid in the shadows and swallowed pills during physical education class; he deliberately threw the chocolate sent by the school beauty into her desk, but held her wrist tightly when she fainted on a rainy night. Lin Xia picked up the faded red rope that he never left, but the date embroidered on the inside made her tremble - it was the **real birthday** on her ID card before it was modified.
When the lines of the school anniversary drama "The Little Prince" became a prophecy, when the torn candy wrappers reflected rainbow light on the bench outside the operating room, the two souls trapped in lies finally faced the truth:
- He remembered the leaky roofs of every orphanage in her weekly diary, but he did not dare to admit that he secretly photographed her profile as she was filling in her notes;
- She saw through his medical records hidden under his sly smile, but it was not until the first snowy night that she could read the **"Spring of 1997"** engraved on the glass lamp.
**[Glass candy wrapper will scratch the palm of your hand, but some people are willing to hold the scar]**
This is a two-way peek that begins with ridicule and misunderstanding, and it is also the story of two lonely planets staggering and colliding in gravity. When the boy returned her a late candy on the line between life and death, she understood——
**Secret love is never a silent fall, but a heartbeat wrapped in glass candy paper, waiting for a pair of hands that are not afraid of pain to unwrap it.
Concept: In a youth full of cracks, love is the only prism that can refract light.