The sun was blazing in the auditorium of St. Hilaire College. Ravenna, who was ranked first in liberal arts, bumped into Felix, a monster in science. One is a prefect who wears silver-rimmed glasses and is as docile as white tea, but there is a repulsive indifference hidden in his eyes; the other is a prefect with platinum blond hair and rose earrings, who is as public as the blazing sun, and his smile is wrapped in unabashed inquiry.
As class leaders, they were a perfect match in the eyes of others, but they started a silent game between the lines of the course selection list. He was keen on teasing her calmness, while she was used to coldly pushing away his temptations, but the relationship between the two quietly got closer, until a sudden misunderstanding broke through the false peace like an ice edge. Ravenna didn't leave a word, and quietly transferred to another school and left. Even the university she entered became a mystery that no one knew. Felix's world suddenly fell from hustle and bustle to dead silence, his rose earrings were covered in dust, and the playfulness in his light blue eyes turned into paranoid madness.
A few years later, on the university campus, the sycamore leaves were falling. Ravenna walked along the avenue with the book in her arms, and when she raised her eyes, she ran into a pair of familiar eyes filled with overwhelming possessiveness. The man was leaning against the tree, his platinum-blond hair still dazzling, and his rose earrings as red as blood.
"I found you." He said softly, his tone casual but with an unmistakable certainty, "Partner, you can't escape this time."
Under the sunny day, tenderness is false, and alienation is real; after reunion, playfulness is false, and confinement is real.
White tea needs to be paired with flames to make it taste good. And you can only be my flame.
Intent: The collision of tenderness and heat creates a story of reunion and renewal.