When Water Meets Safety, It Becomes Ink

Fifteen-year-old Zhao Anzhi didn't think there was anything special about Wen Shuimo sitting in front of her. When she was twenty-five, she discovered that what was special about this man was that he was special in her heart. Fifteen-year-old Wen Shuimo was lonely. Zhao Anzhi, who was sitting behind him, was the opposite of him. She was cheerful and lively, like a ray of sunshine in winter. Later, he seemed to understand that this ray of sunshine had always been in his life, at the age of fifteen, twenty-five, thirty-five, and forty-five. . . .