The afternoons in high school are always drawn out by the chirping of cicadas. The sunlight in the last self-study class slants through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the open mathematics papers.
Chen Nian's fingertips holding the pen turned slightly white, but his eyes drifted to the side uncontrollably.
Yang Jinyan fell asleep again.
The neckline of the boy's school uniform was loose, and the side of his face was buried in his arms, exposing a section of the white back of his neck. His breathing was as shallow as the clouds outside the window. He is recognized as the "sleepy school star". He can always accurately capture the ten-minute nap time in class, and he can always stand at the top with her on the monthly exam list.
Chen Nian glanced at the classmate in the front row quietly as the pen tip of the classmate in the front row rustled across the paper.
She thought her thoughts were well hidden, hidden in the scratch paper she handed to her every time, hidden in her eyelashes that hurriedly lowered when she saw him smiling at her, and hidden in her pretense of calmness when he tutored her on her homework.
But he didn't see that the eyelashes of the young man in his arms trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc that no one noticed.
He has long since woken up.
He had long since seen her cautious gaze on the top of his hair. He had long remembered her preference for chocolate-flavored milk. He had long rehearsed the phrase "Chen Nian, I like you" in his mind countless times, waiting for the right moment to confess to her in person.
The wind outside the window rustled the sycamore leaves, which was very much like the pounding heartbeats of two people at this moment.
The wind of two-way secret love awakened all the caution in youth, until the words of love were finally spoken.
Intention: I hope that every heartbeat I write can wait for the words of love that are just right at the right time.