“If you shed tears when you lose the sun, you will also miss the stars.”
She Ku wrote the line down stroke by stroke. Just as he added the period, he saw the boy in front of him wake from a dream. He braced himself on the desk with both hands, and the ends of his hair brushed his neck, hiding the mole there.
She Ku stared blankly for a while, then loosely lifted his pen again. The tip touched the paper and left a dark dot.
My star.
No, he pressed his lips together and added two strokes.
A fallen star.
She Ku was amused by his own words. He looked up abruptly and saw Pei Xingqiao turning to look at him, his eyes washed clear by the light.
Nothing could be better than this, She Ku thought.
*Please note: Updates are irregular, but I'll try to update when there are comments. An ordinary school-life story. Please leave if it's not your thing. Corrections are welcome. I'm terrible at writing blurbs, and this shy, insecure author doesn't understand romance. I'm writing little stories to revisit my childhood.
Theme: Love is both base and noble.
Pei Xingqiao's name has arrived! I feel that Bian Zhizhuo still has quite an influence on Shexi.