His confession shattered all my pretenses.

Shen Xingchu had always believed that the person Lin Yuan liked was Su Wanqing. That day on the dormitory stairwell, Lin Yuan cornered her and pressed her for answers, and in a moment of desperation she blurted out Su Wanqing’s feelings for him. Lin Yuan’s reaction at the time only deepened her conviction—he really did care about Su Wanqing. Early the next morning, the sight of Lin Yuan and Su Wanqing chatting and laughing side by side in the cafeteria drove into her heart like a thorn. She told herself it was fine; she had never allowed herself to hope for anything anyway. But what she didn’t know was that Lin Yuan’s restless golden eyes had been chasing her retreating figure all along.