I took over a small column in the Propaganda Department that no one read, called "Good Night Sweet Words."
The boss of the technical team working behind the scenes has a profile picture of a paralyzed orange cat. Urging him to publish? He replies to you with five words: "I'm fixing a bug, don't read it."
And I have had a crush on the boy in the third row by the window in the library for a whole semester - white T-shirt, black-rimmed glasses, he wipes his lenses before turning over the books, as quiet as a piece of light that no one dares to turn over.
Until one day, he dropped a bookmark and rolled it to my feet. I bent down and picked it up. It was engraved on it: slower, faster.
At eleven o'clock the next night, the push message was sent out on time, with a five-word text -
"Good night, night owl."
I stared at the screen and was stunned: the orange cat who was too lazy to care about the world, and the boy who I had been peeking at for three hundred days...
It's the same him.
Two-way secret love × library × sweet love across the screen × from campus to wedding dress
