The loudest girl in Wutong Lane fell for the quietest resident on the sixth floor.
The first time she brought him breakfast, he shook his head with noise-canceling headphones on. The second time, a note slipped through the crack in the door: “No, thanks.” Jiang Tian tucked it into her pocket. The third time, she showed up with food anyway and squatted outside his door. She lived by one rule: if you like someone, pursue him; if you can't catch him, sit outside his home and wait.
Eventually, Shen Ji finally opened the door. “...What exactly do you want?”
Jiang Tian smiled. “I want you to take off your headphones and listen to me for a minute.”
Only later did she realize he wasn't unwilling to listen. The world was just too loud, and no one had ever turned the volume down for him.
