Waking of Insects

The first time she saw that name on the freshmen roster, she only glanced at it, just once. Later, Su Nian thought that fate probably started to shift from such an inadvertent moment, the gaze of the weeping willow on the other side of the lake, the overlap of breaths at the door of the supermarket, and the unlocked door in the corridor late at night. Shen Jingzhe's world should have been far away from her, with blades, brands, and unknown late-night battlefields. But that person happened to say three words in a hoarse voice that she had never said to anyone in her life in the first sentence after she woke up from poisoning. It's not "I'm sorry", it's "I miss you". Separated by hundreds of kilometers of phone lines, the only sound in the forty-seven seconds of silence was each other's breathing. That was the shortest phone call and the longest confession. Shen Jingzhe is a knife. Su Nian was the one holding the knife. His hand was shaking but he refused to let go. On the other side of the campus, the story unfolded quietly in another way. Gu Qinghan is Ling Dong's heir. He is rational, restrained and never looks at anyone twice. Lu Lie was a person who appeared out of thin air in his life. His identity was a mystery, he was taciturn, like a knife without a sheath. They met by chance in the library, faced each other on the rooftop, and exchanged their first unguarded glances in the lightless stairwell. Gu Qinghan said: "I want you to be mine." Lu Lie did not answer. But he began to make sure the light in Gu Qinghan's room was still on every late night, and every time he turned around to leave, he walked slower than the last time. He doesn't know how to express "care". This word has never existed in his world. He just didn't refuse for the first time when the man handed him a cup of hot water. The sweet-scented osmanthus in Jiangzhou University in late autumn is so strong that one can't tell whether it's the floral fragrance or the heartbeat. Those unspoken temptations, the trembling when fingertips touch, the insomnia on the balcony in the early morning when they are separated by a wall, all the ambiguities are hidden in the most ordinary daily life: walking back to the dormitory together, the silence when sitting across from each other in the cafeteria, and the question "Are you hurt" at the end of the corridor. Two people who should least be tempted, are moved. Two people who are least capable of loving are learning to love. Intention: This is a story about "closeness". People from two worlds, separated by a vast distance, have their truest feelings for each other when they should least be tempted.