Will It Be Windy Today?

The End

My new novel, The Young Master Is Thinking About Me Again, is now complete. Check it out in my author column, and please add it to your collection! T^T

On her first day at a new school, Wen Xizhi heard all sorts of frightening rumors about her deskmate, Chen Sui. After school that evening, she ran into her truant classmate outside a billiards hall.

He was tall and handsome, wearing a blue-and-white school uniform. He stood bent over against the wall, both hands braced on his knees, chest rising and falling as he panted.

He glanced up at her from the side. In the dim light, the wounds at the corners of his eyes and mouth looked a little savage. He seemed full of menace, and downright scary. "Who are you looking for?"

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew up, and Wen Xizhi blinked back tears.

"Well, there you go. Scared her to tears." He seemed used to this sort of thing. In a lazy drawl, he pulled a black mask from his school uniform pocket and put it on, covering the wounds and revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. "Who are you looking for, little sis?"

One day, a friend watched Wen Xizhi walk away and quietly asked Chen Sui, "Could that beauty have a crush on you? Why does she cry every time she sees you hurt?"

Chen Sui sneered. "Are you sick or something?"

Later, remembering how Wen Xizhi's eyes always reddened when she saw him, he frowned and muttered, "Am I fucking sick or something?"

During a break before the first mock exam of their senior year, Wen Xizhi pulled out her phone to message her doctor: [Still not better. A cold breeze makes my eyes water.]

Chen Sui appeared from nowhere. "If I come in first, will you grant me a wish?"

Wen Xizhi didn't even look up. "What am I, a bodhisattva?"

Back then, she had no idea that they wouldn't see each other again for many years.

Years later, they met again. Heavy rain enveloped the entire city.

In a dim, intimate bar, Wen Xizhi lost a game. Her truth-or-dare punishment was to share a cross-cupped drink with someone.

Just as she raised her glass, she heard someone call, "Wen Xizhi."

She turned and, through the shifting silhouettes and fading lights, met a pair of hawk-sharp eyes.

There was no wind in the bar that night.

And yet she still felt like crying.

Mutual pining, single-couple romance, happy ending

Gentle little angel X cocky, bad-boy romantic

Theme: Chase the wind and become a better person