Have a Taste of the Moon

“I’ve liked you for a long time.” This was Wen Xu’s 101st confession. __ Wen Xu was the legendary golden child everyone else’s parents wished they had: handsome, an excellent student, and from a good family. He seemed born to stand out. He was the boy countless girls stole glances at, the one lovestruck girls imagined walking hand in hand with around campus. But from beginning to end, he had never treated anyone as special. Until she appeared. It turned out the aloof boy cared about more than just studying and basketball. It turned out that the boy who only ever said, “I’m sorry, and thank you for liking me,” could also say, carefully, beneath the moonlight: “I’ve liked you for a long time.” __ She was reserved and quiet, and there were few people she trusted. He was one of them. They should never have crossed paths. He shone onstage, while she was always at the top of her class below. The boy seemed to glow, gentle and warm as the distant moon. Then her family became a joke among the boys in another class, and the boy who was always so humble and polite threw his first punch. He said, “What gives you the right to talk about the top student in our class?” That was when she realized someone had been quietly protecting her all along. __ A resilient, gentle young artist × a warm, well-mannered young master “I finally touched the moon. He’s warm.” “In this mist-shrouded world, you come first, little dove. Things will keep getting better for us.”