When the gears of the century-old clock tower began to misalign, in the most secret aristocratic school in City A, a girl from the Jiang family was using a chromatograph to dismantle lies.
I will always remember that misty morning in autumn. The conversation I had with you in the library formed an unsolvable geometric proposition in the morning light. Until the daughter of the Lin family broke the pearl when she fell from upstairs, tearing the gap in the turbulent chess game.
"Monitoring will lie, but Newton's third law will not." She said in front of all the student unions. The moment the night breeze from the sea-crossing bridge filled her school uniform shirt, the beating GPS red dot in Jiang Shuya's car system was strangely at the same frequency as the heartbeat ripples on the monitor on her wrist.
A well-designed frame-up casts a shadow on the innocent campus love; family secrets and interest entanglements are like thorns entangled, stinging two loving hearts. From misunderstandings and false accusations to the pain of forced separation. When love and hate intertwine, conspiracy and true love collide, can they break through the obstacles and find each other's bright stars in the surging undercurrent?
"What we missed was never seven years." She threw Chunxin's fragrant pills into the brazier. "It was the unfinished knot of unity in the century-old family motto."
From the misplaced bells to the unmelting rime, two souls molded by ancestral precepts will finally find the most primitive throbbing in the tempered legal documents and traditional Chinese medicine extracts.
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Intention: pure love