His Spring Laurel

On the 100th day, I suddenly got an "older brother." After an accident at home, Zhuo Bufan temporarily moved in with Wen Qi.

Zhuo Bufan was impossible to miss: tall, handsome, and top of his class. He had always been the center of attention at school, surrounded by classmates eager to learn more about him. Whenever anyone tentatively asked about his relationship with Wen Qi, she would earnestly insist, "We're just ordinary classmates."

She had no idea that in Zhuo Bufan's heart, there was a garden made just for her. Deep within the garden stood a little castle. He had guarded it for a very long time, waiting and waiting.

Then one day, Zhuo Bufan gently wrapped his arms around her. Wen Qi froze in the embrace, feeling the warmth of his youthful body and catching the clean scent of soap on him. Suddenly, she understood: she had always been the mistress of that castle, the one he had hidden in his heart and dreamed of having.

To Zhuo Bufan, Wen Qi was the only moonlight illuminating the road ahead in his chaotic life, and the warmest spring that belonged to him alone.