The most embarrassing moment of Xia Zhi's life was probably the instant she stumbled, clutching a stack of workbooks, straight into Shen Yizhou's arms.
The notebooks scattered across the floor. Her face was so hot she could have fried an egg on it. As he bent to help her pick up the books, his fingertips accidentally brushed the back of her hand. That hint of warmth melted in her heart like a piece of candy, sweetening her entire youth.
From that day on, a figure she secretly watched appeared in Xia Zhi's eyes. She would time her walks to wait for him in the corridor, quietly sit diagonally behind him in the cafeteria, and write down in her diary every casual remark he made. This secret crush, hidden in the passage of time, was a whole world of turmoil for her alone, and a sweetness that was hers alone, the sweetness of falling into his arms.
Until one day, Shen Yizhou blocked her as she tried to slip away and asked with a smile, "Xia Zhi, have you been deliberately bumping into me every day?"
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