I am Jiang Qingsui.

On the surface, I am a hexagonal warrior with comprehensive development in morality, intelligence, physical education, aesthetics, and labor.

But in secret, I lack qualities.

During college, to cover up the fact that I lack qualities, I became quiet and reserved. Coupled with my cold and restrained appearance, my classmates adored me as the cold and aloof school beauty.

Even an iceberg can be melted by the sun.

Song Chao is such a person.

He is my childhood friend, born handsome, witty, and humorous. He often made me burst into laughter with just a few words.

Although his family's business and mine are not on the same level, we are not a perfect match.

But, how can youthful love care about so much?

A young heart grows wild like weeds.

In the end, I fell in love.

We used to skip classes together, sneak food together, and as a result, we were both beaten by our respective parents.

I still remember the New Year's Eve when I was eighteen. Under the brilliant fireworks, Song Chao cautiously asked me, "Qingsui, would you like to be with me?"

It was snowing that night, and by the faint light of the street lamp, I saw Song Chao's nose turning red from the cold.

His eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation.

I held his hand tightly, with a gentle smile, "Yes."

During college, we were in a long-distance relationship.

Distance cannot separate the passionate hearts of young people.

Song Chao would report his daily activities to me.

He often mentioned a brother.

He called him "Brother Jiang."

It wasn't until today that I found out "Brother Jiang" is a girl.

Well, a female brother.