Feng Rang has never chased anyone in his life.
As soon as he stood there, someone came over.
Ji Qianhui was the first person he had to change three pieces of clothes, squat for six afternoons, and pretend to meet someone by chance a hundred times before he dared to approach him.
Ji Qianhui has never been afraid of anything in her life.
He is afraid of fake things. I am also afraid of things that are too real.
The grant came so true - so true that he didn't dare to look back.
Three months. The first meeting on the terrace, the chance encounter at the French restaurant, the teahouse breakup, the rescue at the wine shop, the undercurrent at the dinner, the bump in the bookstore, the drag racing, the coffee shop dessert - Feng gave way to the screen 300 times, and Ji Qian retreated 300 times.
It's not intentional, it's just fear. The fear of this person is real, and the fear of myself is also real.
One is a peacock and the other is a piece of ice.
The peacock doesn't know what's burning under the ice, and the ice doesn't know that the peacock doesn't open its tail just for others to see.
From "You are so fake" to "I seem to have misjudged you."
From "He's fishing for me" to "Why hasn't he come yet?"
The door has been opened a crack. Don't go.
A story about a cynical peacock who pursues people seriously.
It's not a routine, it's three months of chance encounters, testing, being avoided, being seen through, and being pushed away.
Seriousness, regret, escape, withdrawal, recovery.
Intention: Being chased, scared, then running away, only to be chased back again