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Over these three years, Xie Xiao and Luo Yanran's relationship could actually be considered rather harmonious.
They both clearly understood that there was a certain something between them.
But nobody took the initiative to address it.
Xie Xiao didn't because of his own inferiority complex, he truly felt he was unworthy.
Sometimes Xie Xiao thought fate was truly ironic, that he had given his all, his very best, to someone who didn't deserve it.
But at his lowest and most wretched moment, he encountered that dazzling, alluring light.
She was the rose that bloomed in his heart.
So beautiful that he wanted to keep her all to himself, yet he dared not touch her.
At that time, Xie Xiao was still a young man, an insecure young man, who didn't dare to touch that delicate rose.
Afraid that his own rough and shattered hands would hurt her.
Yet the rose always seemed to touch him unintentionally, every time making Xie Xiao think, it was her initiative.
If this continued...
