Synopsis: [Single female lead + slow burn + upperclassman + youth campus life]

What's it like to have a senior who's aloof but incredibly kind to you?

"Senior, I like you, please be with me!"

"Junior, are you drunk?"

"Senior, I'm serious. You are a ray of light that warms me when I'm deep in the darkest corner."

"Junior, haven't you been a ray of light illuminating my path? That's why I want to be gentler with you."

"Senior, does that mean you've agreed?"

"We're already together, why are you still calling me 'senior'? Should we change how we address each other?"

[Single female lead][Cohabitation][School beauty][Mutual redemption][Healing][Strong aftereffects]

"I saw this place first, you can't cut in line, get down!"

Zhou Mo felt a slight headache.

"Let go, I won't jump anymore."

"Really? You're a dog if you're lying to me!"

"..."

Seeing her stubborn expression, Zhou Mo had no choice but to lower his head.

"Thank you, I've had a very happy day, really..."

I've never begged anyone before, but if there truly is a god, I beg you now, at this moment, please slow down time...

Just a little while...

Let me, in my humble state, indulge in a little luxury.

Please.

Unfortunately, there are no gods in this world.

Fortunately, she (he) was there.

This book is also known as: We agreed to commit suicide together, but how did we end up living together?

[School setting + no system + heartwarming daily life + healing + single female lead + romance]

Why do you speak without any inflection?

...

"Why are your bangs so long? I can't even see your eyes."

...

"Can't you be a little smarter? Don't believe everything I say!"

Shen Yuerou finally reacted and raised her head.

"Can't."

"So, do you like me?"

"like."

Shen Yuerou's voice remained calm and indifferent, but the person in front of her was going crazy!

...

This is a story about redemption and healing.

There is a knife inside; please do not enter if you are not comfortable with it.

Lin Shang was reborn, going against the current back to 2014. Having already experienced the deep pits of regret in his youth, he knew all too well: when he could hold hands with his first love, the white moonlight, he should never just stand side by side with them.

Oh right, I forgot to mention, first love is first love, and the white moonlight is the white moonlight; they are different.

[My previous book, "Rebirth of the Neighboring Twins," has over 10,000 high-quality copies sold. Its quality is guaranteed. Welcome to read and appreciate it.]