Pei Wuhan has a secret.
She had been peeking at Xu Mo since the first day of high school.
On the first day of school, he was at her desk. Thirty centimeters across the aisle, she secretly memorized the location of the small light brown mole at the end of his right eye. After the military training, the ranks were rearranged, and the seats were arranged according to the results of the preliminary examination. The two people's names were next to each other. Chen Jiantao said, the total score difference between you two is only two points, so sit at the same table and encourage each other.
He became her deskmate.
Pei Wuhan laid out the textbooks one by one and thought to himself - the distance has changed from thirty centimeters to zero. It will be harder to peek in the future.
She knew that the fingers he held the pen on when he was doing the problems were clearly knuckled, and she knew that he didn't like to walk around during class breaks. I knew that he had been using his black pen for a long time and would turn it around unconsciously when he was distracted in class. She kept all the details about him in her heart, like sweet-scented osmanthus in a notebook, flattened them, and put them away. She thought it was her business alone—to keep someone in her heart, safe enough to never be discovered.
Until that sultry evening self-study, she drew a sketch of his profile on the edge of the textbook.
"It doesn't look like the painting." A voice suddenly sounded from beside him, cold and soft.
She turned her head and met a pair of quiet eyes. Xu Mo pointed to the painting in her textbook: "The tear mole is painted backwards."
He spoke calmly, as if he was correcting a physics problem.
But what Pei Wuhan didn't know was that he had noticed her gaze a long time ago. More than once. Every day. From the front desk to the deskmate, every time she secretly turned her head, every time she quickly looked away from him, he saw it. She also didn't know that the boy who seemed alienated and indifferent to everyone only remembered that she liked osmanthus, was afraid of the cold, and would wrinkle her nose when she wrote the wrong question. Every moment she secretly looked at him, he also looked at her countless times from an angle she couldn't see.
From the age of fifteen to twenty-five, he spent ten years turning that cautious girl who dared not expect others to treat her well into a firm and gentle person wrapped in love.
In the autumn when he was twenty-five, he put the ring on her ring finger.
"So you are looking at me too."
"Yeah. Always there. Longer than you think."
Purpose: He spent ten years of patience to raise the girl who grew up under the shelter of others again. People who are slow to warm up will be determined for life once they confirm each other.