Lin Jie later realized that things burning too brightly never last. Just like his youthful love for Su Jiamu—so intense that when the cold reality poured over him, his heart was left utterly chilled. Perhaps from the moment Lin Jie sought to turn his secret affection into a confessed love, the game had already been lost beyond repair. And that cold dousing? It was Su Jiamu herself who poured it over him. On that summer night, he had hoped to confess his love to her, but instead, he was met with her distant indifference.