In this noisy world, Qin Zhu is like a plant growing quietly, with roots deep into the cold underground. For him, emotions were weak fluctuations that could only be seen under a microscope. He never explained or defended, but spent every day quietly in the corner of the campus, until Ling Xu swept over without warning like an unforeseen typhoon.
The way Ling Xu likes Qin Zhu is to reduce the whole world to just the two of them. He tried to carve a crack in the iceberg. Qin Zhu responded lightly, but those eyes that were always distant would occasionally stay for Ling Xu for a second longer.
Intention: Love is not a tool for salvation - when you use your lover as a weapon, you will also be attacked by this weapon.