Dong Chujue stared at the friend request on his phone for a long time before finally accepting it.
The other person: Why did you take so long?
The other person: I’ve been waiting forever.
The other person: I kept checking my phone every second to see if you’d accepted.
Dong Chujue read his candid messages and felt momentarily unaccustomed to them.
After a long while, he typed back: Sorry, I didn’t realize.
He was always so polite and distant, especially when the person he was talking to was him, Bai Zhenqing.
BZQ: Oh, it’s okay. I’m not blaming you.
BZQ: Hey, you’re going back to school tomorrow, right?
BZQ: We can go together.
The string of questions from Bai Zhenqing left Dong Chujue at a loss.
…
After that,
When Bai Zhenqing first saw Dong Chujue, all he could think was that the person before him was so… so what, exactly?
He couldn’t put it into words. He just felt that Dong Chujue was different, and one look was enough to make him unforgettable.
Dong Chujue thought Bai Zhenqing was like a spring: even if you pushed him away, he’d bounce right back. You just couldn’t get rid of him.
