Back then, he firmly believed he was the protagonist of a comic, and protecting the weak was his heaven‑sent mission.
Thinking back now, for Zhang Yan, who was sensitive and lonely and boarding at her relatives' home at the time—
He really must have been the only light in her world, and the only leading character.
So that's why there would be this heavy yet pure secret crush that stretched over more than ten years.
Every time he revisited this hidden thread buried in their youth,
Tang Song would be flooded with emotions, and a boundless tenderness would rise in his heart.
She seemed to sense his unusual gaze, lowered her head a little in embarrassment, and her slender fingers unconsciously toyed with the lock of hair falling by her cheek and collarbone.
But she still couldn't help it—every now and then she'd secretly lift her eyes to steal a glance at him.
She really, really missed him.
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