The most intimate relationship is no relationship. Miss Hedgehog noticed Mr. Kite for the first time because of his WeChat avatar: a shooting figure from behind, a court in the sunset, blurry but beautiful. At that time, they were still graduate school classmates who had never met. She suppressed her love so deeply that she thought she would never be discovered. Until that summer. The first official meeting was when she sent the sick patient for a check-up and bumped into him in the corridor. She remembered his stunned look for a long time. Later they started chatting, playing ball, and stopped downstairs late at night to chat for a long time. He would ride back to pick her up, and would show up downstairs at her house at one o'clock in the morning. That summer, she thought that all the ambiguities and temptations could be included in the word "friendship." It wasn't until that night when the door closed that "Would you like to go up and have a seat?" Everything changed. The closer the body is, the farther the mind is. She knew he was not hers, some people are like the wind, you can't catch it, but you can feel it passing by. And she was never someone who couldn't catch the wind—she was just never one of his options.
Intent: Literature about the ambiguous pull between male and female doctors (classmates)