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Xia Wanxing always thought that Shen Zhiyan was an existence that could only be seen from a distance - top-notch, cold and taciturn, like the cleanest wisp of wind in midsummer, gentle but distant, never belonging to anyone. Until that sultry evening, she lowered her head to look at her phone and ran into his solid arms. The iced Coke rolled to the ground, his heart beat irregularly, and the tip of his nose hit the cool material of his clothes. Everyone who looked up cautiously felt real warmth at this moment. The legendary indifferent and cold academic master would bend down to pick up the Coke for her, whisper "It's okay", and cast a gentle look on her where she couldn't see her. An unexpected collision, a silent heartbeat. From classmates passing each other by, to each other getting closer step by step. There is no bloody entanglement, no sadistic pull, only the purest ambiguity and joy of boys and girls. Later, Xia Wanxing learned that his indifference was only towards outsiders, and that his gentleness, patience and preference were all given to her from beginning to end. This summer, the wind is soft, the sunset is warm, and you just fall on my heart.