Shen Xiao, a disabled, obsessive, volatile high school boy X Min Taozhi, a timid, shy, sweet-tempered half-baked little shaman.
"Shen Xiao, does it hurt?"
"Shen Xiao, do you like fish? I love fish."
"Shen Xiao, what are you doing? Can we please never see each other again?"
What Shen Xiao remembered most clearly was that in high school, a fair-skinned girl crouched in front of him, her face full of sympathy and concern. She carefully blew on his horribly ugly wound. She wasn't afraid or disgusted, and she wasn't trying to use pity for him to earn herself a good reputation in front of others.
"Min Taozhi, you'd better not touch me. Stay away from me."
"Min Taozhi, wait for me."
"You silly peach, how can you be so stupid? Good thing you just have to stay by my side, or someone would have carried you off long ago."
Min Taozhi would always remember the first time Shen Xiao took her hand. His whole hand was trembling with nerves, yet he stubbornly held on to her and refused to let go. His hand was warm, like the blazing summer sun, and it had always kept her warm.
