CompletedIn high school, everyone knew Zhou Yanchuan. From an illustrious background, with an excellent appearance, he was famously wild, untamable, and casually dissolute. Wen Jiu, on the other hand, was quiet and well-behaved, a truly good student.
To anyone, the two seemed to be from completely different worlds. No one knew, however, that in a deserted alley, as the girl stepped in, a tall figure would loom over her.
Recognizing the person, she raised her hand and deftly handed over her backpack. A scoff sounded from above her head. "Not familiar? Then who is this for?"
For Wen Jiu, the young man was like the wind of the wilderness: passionate, unbridled, free, and unrestrained. She, however, was a coward who feared discussing her family even when chatting with classmates.
Naturally, a coward wouldn't dare to confess her love, even if her heart ached with longing. She thought this secret affection would be well hidden, until he saw the diary containing her girlish thoughts.
When rumors circulated about Zhou Yanchuan and Wen Jiu at school, no one believed them. Until the eve of the college entrance exam, all the teachers and students gathered on the sports field. As the party came to an end, a student-made video played, suddenly cutting to the graceful silhouette of a girl.
The camera trembled slightly, and the next moment, a gentle, leisurely voice echoed from the speakers: "Xiao Jiu Wen, look at me!"
Later, the two separated. When they reunited at a friends' gathering, Zhou Yanchuan was still the favored son of heaven. However, the indulgence in his eyes when he looked at the girl was gone.
It wasn't until Wen Jiu left, and someone made lighthearted, rude jokes about her, that Zhou Yanchuan, without a word, casually picked up a wine bottle from the table and smashed it hard on that person's head.
It was never the case of a secret admirer seeing the light; rather, he was already deeply immersed in it. The blizzard between them was belatedly put to rest, but thankfully, they finally waited for clear skies.