After Wen Lichu was "exiled" to Nancheng, it seemed the freedom she had long dreamed of was finally beckoning. But the moment she pushed open the apartment door, she found herself meeting a pair of eyes, calm as ink.
Pei Ruoqing, the poor student her father sponsored, and her new roommate.
Wen Lichu was perfectly fine with this roommate.
Pei Ruoqing was clearly more sensible than any of her previous "caretakers." He was quiet, distant, and knew his boundaries.
Under the same roof for a week, they had said so little to each other that you could count their words on your fingers.
The first time Wen Lichu really looked at Pei Ruoqing was in the shared bathroom on the second floor.
Droplets slid down his wrist bone, mingling with the blood seeping through the gaps in his bandage. His long, slender fingers wound gauze around his other wrist, one layer at a time. He was clearly practiced at it. Even when the snow-white gauze was completely soaked red, he didn't furrow his brow once, as if it weren't his hand.
Wen Lichu felt like she might have discovered something incredible.
*
At school, Pei Ruoqing had a few other names: "Broke-ass," "nerd," "bastard."
When he once again skillfully picked the lock on the equipment room window and climbed out, he saw Wen Lichu standing right in front of him. He heard her say:
"Need a hand?"
With a new player taking control of the game, the two sides switched places.
Pei Ruoqing acquired a few more names. This time, no one dared say them to his face, but he still heard them say he was Wen Lichu's
dog.
Pei Ruoqing heard them, but only lowered his head with a faint smile, his fingertips rubbing the black satin ribbon she had tied around his wrist herself.
"That's right," he thought nonchalantly. "So what?"
*
Reader notes: 1. School life + city life
2. The male lead won't stay poor forever
Theme: May we all find salvation in each other.
