"Jiang Shu, why have you been suffering from insomnia recently? Do you think I can't dream of you?"
That summer solstice, Cheng Yue met Jiang Shu for the first time.
She just sat there quietly and was better than anything else.
He fell in love with her long before she noticed him.
For him, she was the salvation of his youth and the mark that lasted his entire life.
"Nuo, I'll give you this to keep you safe for the rest of your life."
The rainy season at the age of seventeen is so long, with no end in sight.
She gave him a red string and had a similar one on her wrist.
She was so happy, this was the only thing she had in common with Cheng Yue.
Jiang Shu also thought that there was no news about her secret love for seven years, until she found the book Cheng Yue gave her.
The book cover was so new that she didn't even bother to open it.
Open it at this time, and the title page is a row of hot golden fonts
——"I think I like you, but I can't tell you."
Intention: secret love