Flirting Through the Sound of the Wind

Drowning in Winter / The Secret Crush story is now underway. Coming soon: Delusion, teaser below

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Nancheng gets heavy summer downpours.

That was the first time Cheng Yining met Lu Chizhou.

A narrow, shadowy alley, its brick walls dim and gloomy.

Lu Chizhou pinned her against a recessed wall. A sudden clap of thunder, followed by a flash of blinding white lightning, illuminated the face just inches away. The boy's eyes were full of menace.

The stifling air was mixed with a sweet, cloying fragrance.

For the first time, she felt the stirrings of a rebellious impulse.

Everyone knew Lu Chizhou was untamed and defiant, a law unto himself.

Cheng Yining was gentle-eyed and quiet, a well-behaved student cherished by her teachers.

The two of them could not have been more different.

No one knew that in the bitter winter of that year,

a drizzle fell over Nancheng, shrouding everything in cold mist.

The city lay beneath the night, swallowed by darkness.

In a foul mood, Cheng Yining ran away from home, and saw him again in a filthy, chaotic alley.

The boy had a cut at his brow, his handsome face pale.

Rain mingled with blood and ran down his jaw, while wisps of fringe fell across his forehead,

staining his gloomy, shadowed eyes red.

He trapped her in a corner, shielding her from the freezing winter rain.

The rebellious impulse in her heart became impossible to suppress.

Cheng Yining tilted her head up, following his jawline with her gaze.

Her cool voice pierced the curtain of rain, so cold it made one's heart shiver. "Can I go with you?"

Later, she made it through countless sleepless, agonizing nights by clinging to that absurd winter drizzle.

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In Lu Chizhou's eyes, Cheng Yining was a beautiful woman who was not what she seemed.

With skin like ice and bones like jade, and a face both pure and alluring, she was nonetheless utterly unromantic, like a temptress who could remain unmoved in a man's embrace.

Lu Chizhou was carefree and unruly, his peach-blossom eyes always brimming with laughter, making him seem deeply devoted to everyone he looked at.

Cold-hearted, he played his way through life.

Yet on that misty, damp night, a single offhand remark lured him in.

He thought he was the one in control of their game.

That was until Cheng Yining left without a word, trampling his burning passion into the dirt.

Unable to accept it, he went almost mad and chased her all the way to Lincheng, caring for nothing else.

Her voice was cool: "Lu Chizhou."

Like a guilty worshipper, Lu Chizhou waited, restrained and suppressing himself, for his goddess to pass judgment.

The girl looked down at him, utterly cold. "I was just messing with you. Are you hooked now?"

After that, whenever it rained, she tormented him like a curse.

In the depths of pain, in a dim room as his reason snapped apart piece by piece, he kept thinking of falling into the abyss with her.

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When she was sixteen, the first time Xu Zhichun saw Zhou Siyang,

someone quietly took up residence in her heart.

After the college entrance exams, on graduation photo day,

a friend pulled Xu Zhichun into taking the only photo she ever had with Zhou Siyang.

Blue skies, green trees, dappled sunlight: a pause button on a three-year secret crush that had gone nowhere.

The year Xu Zhichun saw Zhou Siyang again, she was nineteen.

For the first time, she did something absurd, despite always following the rules.

That evening, heavy rain swallowed half the city.

Raindrops pounded the ground, kicking up white spray. The darkness and rain blurred her vision.

Across from a rundown hotel, beneath a bus shelter,

the murky, somber light made his face look strange. The cigarette between his fingers was soaked by the rain. The boy smiled faintly, dispirited, and Xu Zhichun secretly watched, her heart stirred.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and glanced across the street. Turning back, he asked her, "Do you dare?"

The rain soaked his clothes. His silhouette, cut off by the curtain of rain, stretched slowly across the ground.

Xu Zhichun took off her coat, folded it up, and held it in her arms.

She bent forward and dashed into the downpour...

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At the height of their passion, Xu Zhichun once glimpsed a trace of love in his dark, desire-filled eyes.

She threw herself without hesitation into that illusory romance.

The girl's devotion earned her nothing but him lounging lazily on the sofa, the light cutting across his face so it appeared and disappeared. A teasing smile tugged at his lips as he said indifferently, "Xu Zhichun... Yeah, she was pretty stupid. I got her to chase me with just one sentence."

Xu Zhichun abruptly clamped down on all the love in her heart and walked away.

They met again in a bar awash with flashing lights and revelry.

The girl who used to blush whenever he teased her now wore a black, backless slip dress. Her delicate, smooth shoulder blades and the red mole on their tips were like a red plum fallen onto snow. Her face, both pure and alluring, was bewitchingly seductive, and she moved with ease through a world of indulgence.

Zhou Siyang's gaze burned as he crushed his bone ring in his hand.

The man who had always been so nonchalant dragged her into a room, restraining himself and keeping his composure. He pressed her against the wall, his rough trouser seam grinding against her thigh, then lifted her face and said each word emphatically: "I'm the one who was stupid."

-The moonlight glimpsed beneath the clouds is the longing and delusion drifting through my mind.

-I never wanted him to know, yet secretly hoped I would appear in his world.

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Drowning in Winter

1. Wen Xun first met Qi Sheng on an old road in Qingshi Town.

Heavy rain swallowed the entire ancient town, soaking her ankles.

Through the thick curtain of rain, she was being chased by her stepmother.

He stood in front of her, rain running down the folds of his black outdoor jacket. His long, well-defined fingers shielded her head, carrying the cold dampness of the mist. "Can I get a room?"

Wen Xun's gaze met his. That was the first time she looked at him, and it felt as if she had glimpsed daylight.

2. Wen Xun had seen Qi Sheng exhausted and defeated, defiant and untamed, and full of pride and ambition.

The moment that moved her most, the one she could hardly hide, was this:

She was standing below the Golden Summit Temple on Yunwu Mountain when the boy turned back against the wind. His gaze was both weary and bright, his tall, straight figure standing firm in the bleak winter. Bold and carefree, he asked her, "Want to climb to the summit with me?"

That day, snow blanketed half the mountain.

Wen Xun accompanied him from the foot of the mountain to the summit, wearing blisters on her palms and soaking half a trouser leg, until at last they saw the winter sea of clouds and rosy mist.

Behind his back, beneath a dead locust tree bowed under the snow, she hung a strip of red silk.

She made a solemn wish.

--One glance, one Xun; may Qi's bloom flourish

Later, on the day they broke up,

she climbed the mountain alone, found that strip of red silk, and cast it to the wind.

But she never expected that

in the bitter cold of winter, the boy would search the foot of the mountain for an entire day and night.

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The male lead is not a scumbag. The female lead has flaws in her character and is not what she seems, but her values are sound.

One-on-one romance, both leads' first time

School and city life

Theme: Growing up