A Love Letter I Can’t Give You

In high school, the well-behaved Su Qingye, the model student in her teachers' eyes, was forced to sneak out of school under cover of darkness with the commuting students. She spent the whole night at an internet cafe.

The next morning, as the sky began to grow pale, Su Qingye ran to the corner of the west wall, planning to sneak back onto campus.

Thinking of the school bullies she'd seen on TV, she took a running start and tried twice to climb over using a stone block, but couldn't make it. She nearly fell flat on her face.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a cool-looking boy leaning against a utility pole. Thinking they were both unfortunate souls in the same boat, Su Qingye kindly moved aside to make room by the stone block.

Watching the boy effortlessly vault over the wall without even using the stone block, Su Qingye realized that she was the only unfortunate one here.

Thinking this was her last chance to get into school, she swallowed her pride and asked him to give her a hand. She had barely got the words out when the boy jumped down from the wall.

He took a bunch of keys from his pocket, hooked them on his fingertip, and lazily swung them as he unlocked the small side gate beside them. Then he tilted his head at her.

Years later, when Chi Jing saw the girl struggling to reach a can of coffee on the cupboard, he easily took it down and set it on the table below. He smiled at Su Qingye, who had once come up to his chin but now reached his shoulder. "Why haven't you gotten any taller?"

Chi Jing had thought he'd finally get to enjoy a hassle-free breakfast, but not only did he fail to get his wish, he had to get up early every day to cook and feed the lazy cat at home.

* A proud, thick-skinned young master × a pretty, adorable, timid little sweetheart

A sweet reunion romance after years apart. Extra sweet.

Both are each other's first love, and both are each other's first time.

"We Can Rent a Place Together, but I'll Have to Pay Your Rent for You" "I Was Just Looking for a Roommate Who Could Cook, but I Ended Up Becoming the House Chef" "You Work Hard to Get Rich, and I'll Travel the World with You"

Currently writing: Summer Rain Doesn't Play Fair

A post suddenly got bumped online, and replies kept pouring in below, making it look as though it was about to become a HOT post.

The title read: "Hugs for everyone! Passersby, come leave a paw print and tell us about the painful parts of your secret crush. Give the poor, helpless OP a pep talk!"

1L: Ah, OP, you're so mean!

2L: Hugs for OP.

Shi Chen read through them one by one, her thoughts stirring. At last, she typed her answer in the reply box.

--There are so many. I picked up the stones he threw away and carried them from one city to another; kept him company while he drank late into the night; risked my life to go into a haunted house... I can't even count them all.

Shi Chen finished typing and turned off her phone, not seeing the OP's reply.

--Did you succeed, sis?

Later, Shi Chen happened to open the post again. It was still popular, and someone had replied to her comment with a question.

--Miss, have you ever regretted it?

Shi Chen didn't hesitate: No. I even enjoyed it.

--Does he know?

Shi Chen looked at the question, then raised her eyes to the man sitting on the floor beside her, working at the coffee table. He was lounging around, completely lacking in decorum.

A small smile curved her lips as she typed slowly: He doesn't know, and I won't ever let him know.

Shi Chen kept her love for Fang Luoxi a secret for a long time, so long that in the end, no one believed it. This is where the story begins.

She thought that once they graduated, they would go their separate ways, with him going overseas to study, never to meet again. She thought that was the end. She never expected that when they met again, they would introduce themselves like strangers.

Later, Fang Luoxi accidentally discovered Shi Chen's secret. Someone had long ago poured a refreshing rain into his dry, barren land.

Only then did he understand that all those years, he too had been able to affect a girl's happiness and sorrow with ease.

#ThirdTime'sTheCharm,SoMyHeartFlutteredOnTheFourth

Coming soon: Where the Wind Sweeps Over Rose Hill

At the end of her first year of high school, a new student transferred into an ordinary class at the affiliated school. She kept a low profile, but had a striking face, and became the talk of the school in less than two days.

Song Fuqing stuck to the plan she'd made before transferring: study hard, behave herself, and prepare for the college entrance exam.

But things didn't go as she wished. First, she ran into a group of bullies picking on the weak, then she had the bad luck to encounter her old nemesis.

She accepted her fate. If trouble came, she'd face it; if a problem came, she'd deal with it. They managed to get along well enough.

Until one day, the two ran into each other at the school shop. Song Fuqing lowered her head and pretended not to see him. Su Zeyu's annoying voice sounded beside her. "I just got to the affiliated school, and you show up right after me. How come you follow me everywhere?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them shot their hands toward the shelves in a flash, betting on the speed of hands honed by more than a decade of being single. One hand grabbed the last carton of milk, the other the last bottle of cola.

His buddies looked at Su Zeyu. "Don't you hate milk?"

He glanced at the milk in his hand, then at the other person, and said lazily, "Helps me grow taller."

Her deskmate looked at Song Fuqing. "Didn't you say fizzy drinks like that are unhealthy?"

Clutching the bottle, Song Fuqing shook her head. "Who said that? We young people only drink cola."

2. When Song Fuqing was little, she was incredibly well-behaved. The only grudge she ever held against anyone in kindergarten was against Su Zeyu. They pretended not to know each other until third grade, then finally let bygones be bygones.

After the college entrance exam, Song Fuqing looked up from her books and asked Su Zeyu, "Do you remember why we used to fight in kindergarten?"

Hearing that, Su Zeyu tossed his things onto the table, ready to have a proper discussion. "You don't remember?"

Song Fuqing looked at him and thought hard for a moment, then lowered her head and went back to her homework.

It was probably because you wouldn't be my good deskmate Yaya's boyfriend, so I got mad and beat you up.

Later, Song Fuqing's friends came and went, but Su Zeyu was the only constant. She asked him, "Would you be my boyfriend?"

Su Zeyu stepped closer and looked down at her.

Song Fuqing ignored him and continued on her own. "If you don't want to, you can be my girlfriend instead."

"I'll protect you from now on."

Su Zeyu: "…"

What the hell.

Theme: Fate is written in the stars.