Only Bellflowers Leave Me Speechless

A little self-indulgent romance, alternate-sex counterparts, and cozy everyday life. I can't think of anything else. Lin Xinyu only stayed away from home because he didn't want to go back for summer vacation. He never expected to meet his female counterpart in his rental apartment. Looking at Lin Xinyu, Lin Xinyu felt his whole worldview crumbling, yet an inexplicable sense of closeness, as if they had been born to be close, made it impossible to pull away. Lin Xinyu resisted, but only a little, deep down. When she took the initiative, Lin Xinyu became even more proactive. Always looking for an excuse to touch her, Lin Xinyu would call her softly, “Little Feather,” and Lin Xinyu would always answer. Perhaps this love was doomed to go nowhere, but at least they would remember each other forever. At least he or she would remember that another version of themselves had once loved them...