Yu Xia has always felt that she is a transparent person.
His grades were neither good nor bad, his personality was lukewarm, and his presence was so low that most people in the class couldn't even pronounce his name. His life is like a glass of warm water, it neither boils nor freezes, so he lives it tepidly.
Until his deskmate named Lu Chensheng stuffed the first piece of chocolate into the hole in his desk.
Lu Chensheng was in the top ten in grade, a good student in the eyes of the teacher, and the target of secret discussions among the girls. He doesn't talk much and doesn't have many friends. He always sits quietly in a corner and reads books. His and Yu Xia's worlds should have been like two parallel lines that would never intersect.
But he happened to notice Yu Xia.
He remembered that Yu Xia liked chocolate-flavored cakes, that Yu Xia would secretly daze in class, that Yu Xia was afraid of heat, that she didn't like to talk, and that her eyes would turn into crescents when she smiled.
He approached in the clumsiest way - a piece of chocolate, a carton of milk, a fan, and the words "I'll teach you this question."
Yu Xia didn't know what this was. He didn't know why Lu Chensheng was suddenly nice to him. He didn't know what was hidden behind those notes and sticky notes. He didn't know why there was always a bright light in that person's eyes when he looked at him.
All he knew was that when Lu Chensheng's mother fell ill and was hospitalized and Lu Chensheng had to leave school, a large chunk of his world suddenly became empty.
He sends Lu Chensheng messages every day, helps Lu Chensheng take notes every day, sits next to the empty seat every day, and draws the profile of the same person over and over again.
He didn't know if this was called liking.
He didn't dare to know.
And Lu Chensheng was in the ward hundreds of kilometers away, waiting for news about that person every day. The news about the fried rice in the cafeteria, the ceiling fans in the classroom, and the trees outside the window were his only light in the most difficult days.
He wanted to go back, to that seat, and to tell Yu Xia what those words hidden in the notes, chocolates, and pencils were.
But he didn't dare.
They were all waiting, waiting for the right moment, waiting for a word to say, waiting for an answer that wouldn't make everything collapse.
But time waits for no one.
Purpose: Help each other!