Xu Xu had mild depression and was introverted, with little interest in talking to others. Ever since word spread around school that his father was a murderer, everyone who ran into him avoided him as if he were bad luck.
Everyone except him.
An Muqing snatched the textbook from Xu Xu's hands and tossed his own over. "Use mine. I don't need it anymore anyway. You can put it to good use."
When someone blocked Xu Xu's way, An Muqing was the first to step in front of him. "You think you can mess with my guy? Got too much free time on your hands?"
In the morning, An Muqing tossed him a bun. "If you want more, there's plenty. I'll make sure you get enough."
At some point, Xu Xu's feelings for An Muqing had become more than just those of deskmates. At first he had said nothing, then he had felt annoyed, and later he had grown fond of him. Sometimes even Xu Xu couldn't explain this inexplicable feeling.
A healing story. Hope you enjoy it.
Theme: When you're at your lowest, a ray of light will always come along to brighten your world. Don't lose heart. Keep going.
