The first time Mo Xiaohe saw Song Ci was in the bookstore at the back door of the school.
She stood on tiptoes to reach the poetry collection on the top shelf, revealing a section of her fair neck under her white cotton and linen shirt. Mo Xiaohe stretched out his hand to take it off for her. The other party turned around, his eyebrows were light, like the blurred strokes in an ink painting.
"Thank you."
Later, Mo Xiaohe found out that her name was Song Ci. Later she found that she began to look forward to every chance encounter.
The person in Song Ci is like the moon in winter, cold and distant, always keeping just the right distance from people. But she would remember the title of the book that Mo Xiaohe mentioned casually, would reply with a full stop late at night, and would hold her wrist in the last row of the bus and say, "I'm scared too."
Mo Xiaohe asked: "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid you're not serious. And I'm afraid I am."
The moonlight fell on the rooftop, on the title page of the poetry collection, and on their trembling eyelashes when they kissed for the first time.
This is a story about meeting, getting closer, and finally having the courage to admit it.
You are the moon that I can't reach even on tiptoe, but I still want to give it a try.
Intention: Love is not about salvation, but about companionship. They are two people who were originally complete, but chose to share half of their warmth with each other.