Her uncle and aunt have always been very good to her, her cousin has it, she has it, and even some things are better than her cousin's, she is grateful from the bottom of her heart, but she has no sense of security.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, she is a very happy girl, because Qiao's family is rich, she can wear the beautiful clothes in the window that girls of the same age envy, and she can also see the beautiful mobile phone from the magazine to secretly take out the schoolbag to see the time between classes.

After all, she is not the biological daughter of her uncle and aunt, so they will never treat her as harshly as they treat her cousin Qiao Anxia, she and Anxia made mistakes, and the uncle and aunt will always reprimand Anxia, and appease her, even if she quarrels with Anxia, it will only be Anxia who will be scolded, such differential treatment makes her understand that although they are relatives, she is also an outsider's relative, and her own home has already been in the year she was ten years old, a car accident, fragmented, also from that time, She no longer quarrels with Anxia, she will learn to let Anxia, and will make her uncle and aunt a hot cup of tea when they return home after a busy day.

She always thought that her youth would continue so simply and purely, until one day, she met him.

That day, it happened to be her turn to be on duty with her tablemates, when school was over, the sky was clear and the sunset was shining, but when she and her deskmates locked the classroom door and walked out of the school gate, suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, she held her schoolbag and hurriedly ran towards the station, but halfway through the run, the downpour fell from the sky, Qiao Anhao had to hold her schoolbag and run to the nearest eaves on the side of the road to hide from the rain.

It was a very old house, and when she ran in, someone happened to run in after her, purely out of curiosity, Joan Hao raised her head and glanced to the side.

It was a boy, with very white skin, a headphone in his ear, a schoolbag on one shoulder, and his hands in his pockets leaning against the cyan wall behind him, because he was tilting his head sideways, Joan couldn't see his face clearly, but noticed that he was wearing the same school uniform as her, but his lower body was long pants, and she was a knee-high short skirt.

Qiao Anhao was already a tall girl in school at that time, even taller than some boys, but this boy was much taller than her.

Only the two of them under the eaves took refuge from the rain, because they didn't know each other, and no one said a word to anyone, until finally when the rain became lighter, the man suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled the schoolbag on his shoulder, and stood up straight, with his movements, his face turned around, and Qiao An saw his appearance clearly.

It was the most beautiful face Qiao Anhao had ever seen in her life, with a rare cleanliness in the world, and at that moment, Qiao Anhao felt that the male protagonists in the novels she imagined in her dreams jumped into her eyes so hard.