Turning a Gloomy JK Girl into a Cheerful Wife

Facing the police, she used that name for the first time: "I'm his girlfriend."

When the lie left her lips, her ears were red and her hands were trembling.

Later, she moved into his home.

Two rooms, with only a wall between them. She slept in the second bedroom, he in the main bedroom. The wall was so thin they could hear each other turning over.

They went to school together and walked home together.

When she got lost, he ran all over half the city to find her. Crouching in front of her, he said, "Don't go out alone at night again."

When other people gossiped about her, he silenced them with a look, then turned away as if he hadn't done anything.

He drew two cats in her textbook, one big and one small, their tails entwined. Beside them, he wrote her name.

When she got lost, she cried and pressed her forehead against his chest, leaning on him for only a dozen seconds.

After he got hurt in a fight, she dabbed medicine on his wounds and said, "Don't fight anymore."

She hid a mint in her palm, pretending she'd given it to him without a second thought.

Neither of them ever said they liked the other.

But everyone could see it.

Zhang Hao said, "You two are practically half an arm's length apart."

He Jia said, "You look good together."

Zhou Yao said, "He never lets anyone sit in his seat, but when you did, he just stood there watching you."

Su Nian said, "Maybe he just thinks of me as a guest."

Jiang Chen said, "Someone's waiting at home."

Some feelings are too hard to say aloud.

They hide in the hand clasped beneath the desk, in the cough heard through the wall late at night, in the extra spoonful of sugar added to a bowl of millet porridge, in every "You don't tell me what to do"