The moment he held me under the tree, his voice w…

Lu Ciyuan had a pair of eyes that saw right through people. He uncovered Shen Mian’s secret — a tremor hidden beneath a careless facade, like a string pulled so taut it could snap at any moment. A misunderstanding days before had raised a transparent wall between them. Shen Mian chose to run, wrapping herself in speed, in lies, and in an off-key song. But Lu Ciyuan refused to let her. He chased after her, caught up with her at a gas station, and pried open that mouth that only knew how to say “I’m fine.” OCD, SH, anorexia. Shen Mian laid her scars out on the table, then immediately regretted it. She grew afraid. Not of him leaving, but of him…