[Keeper doctor Ren Ling x Sloth architect Qin Jin]
Qin Jin has never been in a hurry in his life.
He doesn't eat in a hurry, he doesn't walk in a hurry, and he even laughs half a beat slower than others. On the day of placement in high school, the whole class was noisy, and she was the only one who leaned against the window and looked at the locust tree outside. When Ren Ling sat down, she turned around, slowly bent her eyes, and said nothing.
Ren Ling is the kind of person who has a bad mouth.
He walks with swaying shoulders and talks harshly. But she would help Qin Jin collect the pencil shavings on his desk at two o'clock in the morning, and would send a weather map outside the window every morning - even after four years of posting, Qin Jin never asked why.
In the library that year, Ren Ling received a photo of the moon, sent by Qin Jin, with four words: "It looks good tonight." She stared at the blurry light for a long time and replied with three words. Those three words were wrong, but she didn't take them back.
Later, after graduation, we rented together. Qin Jin was still slow and built a castle with quilts in the living room and was buried in the ruins; Ren Ling was still indebted, saying "How old are you", but squatted down and pulled her out from the pile of quilts.
Ren Ling likes her. Ren Ling knows this, Yue Yue knows it, and those three words know it. Qin Jin doesn't know.
Until one night, Qin Jin was alone at home, scrapping three pictures, drawing the curtains three times, and twisting the milk lid backwards. Ren Ling pushed the door open and came in. She asked, "Do you want to stop living with me if you fall in love?" Ren Ling looked at her and said, "Do you know what it sounds like - like jealousy." Qin Jin thought for a long time, until condensation condensed on the wall of the milk bottle and slid down: "... You are right."
She finally found out. Awkwardly, slowly, belatedly.
The dimple on the left side is deeper, and that person discovered it first. The half heart on the right was handed over by the slow man last.
Some people's love is like the moon, hanging so high that you don't know it's coming. Some people's love is like a tree growing roots, slowly and slowly connecting two people's hearts together.
Intention: love