Synopsis
Xia Liang's first memory of him: a nod that went unreturned, his gaze sliding away cold. But then she heard him speak, and she couldn't help it—she became completely devoted. Song Qiyan's first memory of her: she nodded, and he gripped his damp hands so tight his knuckles went white, forcing his eyes down. He was scared his stare would hurt her somehow. A year of waiting felt like enough. To Xia Liang, Song Qiyan started out as just "Bei Yan Dada." Once she actually knew him, the list kept growing: reserved, thoughtful, stubborn, the quiet type... Once they were…
