Li Jiaren and Ning Zhiyuan are talking. They have arrived at Ning Zhiyuan and parked in front of the library.

Ning Zhiyuan put her down gently, and stroked the hair on one side of Li's delicate face with a big hand. There were soft, self reproach and heartache under the dark eyes.

he said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think about it before. Anyway, you will graduate soon. It doesn't matter. Just know it."

Ning Zhiyuan always thought that if he concealed the identity of Li Jiaren, he could subtract some unnecessary people from her and approach her with bad intentions, but he ignored them. Such concealment is beneficial and harmful....