At first, You Yiheng just wanted to take off his mask and see if he was as cold and indifferent on the inside as he looked on the outside.
I gave him a paper crane folded by his own hands, with a shameless sentence on the back: "You are so handsome;"
I shared songs with him in the middle of the night, threw screenshots of the lyrics to him, and circled "I miss you" repeatedly;
In the name of asking math questions, I talked to him, pretending to be sleepy, and asked him in a daze - "You haven't fallen in love with me yet?"
Xu Zhixing was unmoved and regarded her as a naughty child with a bad nature, trying to tease her like a dog.
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Later, You Yiheng gave up being a good student.
Until the night before leaving the country, she came out of the bar and saw the figure standing at the door. The mask quietly cracked under the moonlight.
She smiled and walked forward drunkenly: "Why is the first grader here? He won't go to school tomorrow?"
He looked at her with heavy eyes and didn't speak for a long time.
In the half-minute of silence, she knew that the nasty game was over.
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After studying abroad for four years, the first thing You Yiheng did when he returned home was to call for a gathering with his friends.
In the hotel lobby, I bumped into Xu Zhixing, who was surrounded by people. He passed her by without looking away.
You Yiheng's naughty temper was aroused, and he was blocked in the underground garage that night.
Xu Zhixing looked at her coldly: "Get out of the way."
She went straight up, hugged his waist, and said softly, "Why are you still so cold to me after so many years?"
Xu Zhixing chuckled: "If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for being rude."
Really?
But why are you holding me tighter?
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Heartless×Flower of the High Mountain
Intention: Sincerity is valuable.
