[Quiet and sensitive girl × smart and restrained female graduate student] [Campus crush + ambiguous pull + two heroines + be]: When I was sixteen years old, my father's master's student came to the house for the first time. She stood in the sunshine, her side face was plated in gold, she bent down and asked, "Are you Zhang Wen?" That look made her remember it for many years. Later, she was admitted to the same university and went to the laboratory to wash beakers every week, just to see her one more time. She would send a message late at night saying "she doesn't want to be alone", and she would also withdraw all her warmth in the next second. She said, "I like it and I can do it, they are two different things." But she didn't say why I couldn't do it. ——In the dim laboratory, she sat in front of the computer and revised her paper. Zhang Wen sat opposite and looked at her. She suddenly raised her head: "Have you seen enough?" Zhang Wen said: "No." She was silent for a few seconds, lowered her head and continued writing, but the hand holding the pen stopped for a moment. Only once.
Concept: Some stories don't need an ending. It's enough that they existed.