Sorry, babies, I've dropped this one and won't be writing it anymore 🥺
Fu Hui x Zhong Ji
Guiding □□ person, sharp-tongued gong x emotionally impaired, aloof shou
They're all students at Qinglin Experimental Senior High School.
BL, sweet
When Zhong Ji looked up, Fu Hui saw only a dried-up wasteland in the eyes he had been captivated by for years.
"Don't waste your effort," everyone said. "He was born without the ability to love."
But Fu Hui chose to believe in that "what if."
He spent five whole years, from awkwardly trying to get close and cautiously testing the waters to finally hearing, after all those long years, the faint but unmistakable echo of a heartbeat.
Then, on an ordinary evening, Zhong Ji gently tugged at his sleeve, his voice so quiet it seemed afraid to shatter something:
"...Fu Hui, I love you too."
And those words of love, the confession he had waited five years, through more than eighteen hundred days and nights, to hear, finally rang through his heart like a belated clap of spring thunder, deafening.
Theme: Love is a language that can be learned. The most awkward sincerity often brings the most moving response.
