In the autumn on the campus of University A, Lu Ming met Xu Wei for the first time. At that time, he was surrounded by fellow club members sharing freshly baked snacks, and the sun fell on his stretched brows. Xu Wei, who was a few steps away, was as cold as a piece of jade soaked in the stream. His fingertips were turning the pen unconsciously, oblivious to the excitement around him.
Lu Ming is a born warm yang. His focused face when baking and his open smile when handing out snacks are all filled with warmth that he doesn't know he has. Xu Wei was used to alienation. The shadow of his parents' divorce made him like a clam tightly wrapped in its shell, always instinctively shrinking from the warmth of approaching.
From a cookie that was carefully taken in the club activity room to the almond cake quietly left in the corner of the library, Lu Ming's approach was never a reckless intrusion, but a patient and gentle penetration. He will remember that Xu Wei doesn't like too sweet taste, will silently hand him warm water when he catches a cold, and will smile and say "I'll wait for you to figure it out" when Xu Wei chooses to go away for graduate school.
In the cold nights in Province C, Xu Wei always thought of the sweet-smelling shop in Province A, and the light in Lu Ming's eyes when he spoke. He was once trapped in the shackles of his native family, fearing that he would be hurt if he showed his sincerity, but when he received snacks from thousands of miles away and saw the unchanging greetings from the other side of the screen, he slowly understood: There is some warmth that is worth letting go of all guards.
When Xu Wei finally turned around and returned to the sunshine with the roaring deer, he realized that the so-called sweetness in the heart was never an illusion of taste buds, but the temperature of two souls that transcended alienation and uneasiness and finally relied on each other closely.
