[Introverted, sensitive girl × straightforward, thoughtful boy | Mutual feelings | Healing campus romance | A partner who knows how to guide]
Jiang Zhitong had always known that failing to find the right words was a universal affliction. Words could be misunderstood as bloodless blades, severing the shallow bonds between people.
But Zhu He was frank and open, always expressing himself sincerely and accepting her sensitivity and tendency to retreat.
“Being sad and crying aren’t things you need to apologize for.”
“I know opening up is an adventure in itself. You’re the one in control, and I want to give you one more option.”
“Jiang Zhitong, you don’t have to force yourself for the sake of what other people think.”
“Don’t doubt yourself. I’ll always be on your side.”
In front of him, the shells she thought unbreakable began to crack. No one had ever been so eager to understand a life in which she could never quite say what she meant.
…
Dawn broke over the sea, and the horizon glowed red.
Zhu He suddenly asked, “Have you heard the song ‘Words Fail Me’?”
He looked over, his gaze hotter than the rising sun. “There’s a line in it: ‘How can I translate “I love you”?’”
He paused, his voice gentle but resolute. “Jiang Zhitong, maybe we’ll never find the right words. But that’s all right. Every day from now on, I’ll translate it for you again and again through my actions.”
