Short Story
Cheng Yiran x Rong Yao
Cheng Yiran had been in love with Rong Yao for three years, from his freshman to junior year.
On the first day of freshman orientation, the bustling crowd stood beneath a sky so hot and stifling it felt like a steamer basket had been placed over them.
Sweat ran from his eyebrows into his eyes. His shirt clung to his back, soaked through. Cheng Yiran wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked toward the stage from amid the crowd.
The moment Rong Yao stepped onto the stage, it felt like a fresh, clean breeze had brushed past him. The people and scenery around him turned transparent, and the world held only the two of them.
His heartbeat thundered, as if it would leap right out of his chest. His whole body tingled. In his eighteen years of life, he had never known what it meant to like someone until then. From that day on, he began paying attention to Rong Yao and pursuing him.
Before long, the whole school knew that Rong Yao had an ardent admirer who had been pursuing him for three years.
