The warmth hidden in the fingertips
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The brushing of shoulders when they first met at the Lantern Banquet, and the slight coolness between fingertips were the beginning of a heartbeat that had been hidden for a long time. It was also a touch of unnoticed warmth in Fu Jing's silent world.
He is the distant and taciturn Fu Jing in everyone's eyes. He is wrapped in the coldness of cedar. He talks little and is indifferent. He seems to be oblivious to everything, but inadvertently, for that little touch, his fingertips will pause slightly, and ripples will appear in his heart that he doesn't even understand.
He hides his thoughts in the words of his eyes, and his eyes can't help but follow Fu Jing's back, from the noisy banquet hall to the terrace where the evening breeze blows. He doesn't dare to get close or make any noise. He only dares to use his peripheral vision to secretly trace his outline, kneading every casual intersection into sweet joy and placing it properly.
A lantern banquet, a cufflink, a touch of fingertips, the evening breeze stirs my heart, and the cedar wraps around me tenderly.
It turns out that the taciturn tenderness is never traceable, but is hidden in the fingertips, in the afterglow, and in every seemingly unintentional stop; it turns out that the joy of secret love is never a one-man show, it just requires a night breeze and a bravery, so that the warmth hidden in the fingertips can finally warm each other's hearts.
The lantern banquet is slightly cool to the touch, and the evening breeze is gentle and warm.
Taciturn attack × secret love, from fingertips to heartbeat, to two-way love.
Fu Jing's silence hides the tenderness that belongs only to words; the eyes of Yan Yan are full of Fu Jing's joy
Concept: The wind is free, the rain is free, you can do whatever you like.