The Transfer Students Are Too Soft, and the Cold School Idol Can't Hide His Heartbeat

On the day Su Wan transferred to school, the midsummer wind was scented with camphor, and she ran into Lu Shiyan's eyes. He was the coldest boy in the class. He kept to himself and had a distant look, but when she felt uneasy, he handed her a mint green pen. Later she realized that those seemingly unintentional sideways glances, quiet companionship, and calm care were all the tenderness he had hidden throughout his youth. It turned out that the heartbeat of a seventeen-year-old was never caught off guard, like the summer wind that gently kissed his white shirt and kissed her entire youth.