My name is Lin Zhixia. I’m an ordinary journalism student, the kind who could disappear into a crowd.
From the day I first saw him during freshman orientation, I quietly fell for Jiang Yubai from the computer science department.
And I stayed in love with him for four whole years.
I pretended to pass by his study room, deliberately took the same route back to the dorm, secretly saved photos of him from behind on the sports field, and wrote every unspoken feeling in my notebook.
I thought my heart had been in turmoil all on its own from beginning to end, a secret crush no one knew about.
On graduation day, I watched him leave with his friends, laughing. I swallowed the words “I love you,” and after that, we lost touch completely.
Later, I buried myself in writing novels and gradually gained a small following as an author. My life was peaceful, but every now and then I’d think of that boy.
When we met again, he was an esports star standing beneath the spotlight, cool, dazzling, and admired by everyone.
I thought we belonged to two different worlds now, until he blushed to the tips of his ears and said, awkwardly but earnestly:
“Lin Zhixia, I was secretly watching you all through those four years of college, too.”
It turned out my careful, secret crush had never been a one-person show.
It turned out we liked each other, but each thought the other wasn’t interested.
Thank goodness time hadn’t let us down, and the evening breeze hadn’t lied. At last, we found our way to each other.
