The Only Moon

[Mixed race gentle man x low self-esteem sensitive woman] The heroine is born with low self-esteem and is sensitive, thinking that she will always be the glimmer of light in the crowd, but on a snowy winter day, she bumps into her own starlight. Copy: "The most exciting thing in the world is that the person you thought you had no chance to get close to actually falls in love with you and ends up with you." 1. Snow filled the windows outside the coffee shop. Wen Sangran opened the door to escape the cold, and the warmth fell into the man's deep blue eyes. She heard him say,—"Can it be paid in legal tender?" The waiter shook his head, indicating that he couldn't. The air froze instantly, and the man's hand holding the banknotes froze in mid-air. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and the scattered eyes around him drifted over vaguely. Wen Changran touched her pocket when she saw this. There were only a few pieces of change in her pocket. This was the money she had saved for tomorrow's lunch. But seeing the man's helpless look, she still felt soft. She gritted her teeth and slapped the money on the table: "I'll pay for you." The man turned his head, his gray-blue pupils shining brightly under the light, and his deep eyes were filled with tiny gratitude, like stars falling on the ground: "Thank you." 2. Fate is the tenderness that cannot be hidden. He actually transferred to Class 19, a Chinese-French mixed race named Yan Jingchu. With his superior appearance, upright figure, and deep eyes, he stood like an unreachable star. Wen Changran never thought that she would be in the same class with such a person, or even become the same deskmate - it was probably because she had done all the good things in her previous life that she got this luck. 3. In the early autumn of the third year of high school, July is lingering, and I can smell cicadas in August. Yan Jingchu confessed his love to her while drunk, but Wen Changran didn't believe it. How could he fall in love with her if he was so good? She asked him, "Do you remember what you said when you were drunk yesterday?" "Remember... I said the moon was so round and the stars were so bright that day." "Do I like you?" "That's what I said when I wasn't drunk." 4. Being liked by Yan Jingchu is like a dream that I dare not wake up from, but this dream finally shines into reality. In the wind of Paris, with only one month left before the wedding, he walked under the camphor tree, clasped his hands together, and whispered in French that she did not understand. Wen Changran looked at him as if she were seeing the grateful young man who was in his second year of high school when they first met him. I saw Yan Jingchu murmuring to himself: "Dieu a levé la main haut et a laissé mon amant être insouciant. May God uphold your noble hand and please let my lover be worry-free." (This fate, which started with some change in the summer, hides a tenderness that no one knows, and also hides an unspoken sourness.) Intention: Have a prototype