Pei Qingyan×Gu Yanci
The gardenias outside the window were blown by the wind and fell rustlingly. One of them happened to fall on Pei Qingyan's shoulder. He didn't seem to notice it and still kept reading. At noon he left the library.
What he didn't know was that after he left, Gu Yanci raised his head and his eyes fell on the spot where he had just been sitting, where there were still some faint pencil shavings. He raised his hand to brush off the gardenia petals on his shoulder, twisted them with his fingertips, looked at them for a few seconds, and then gently threw them out of the window.
Pei Qingyan likes Gu Yanci
But it's fine right now. He thought.
I like to hide this love in the spring wind, in the light and shadow of the library, and in my own painting books. There is no need to say it, no need to respond, there will be no worry or disappointment.
Intention: Positive and optimistic