Song Chengmian had always thought he would be alone forever. From middle school to high school, through college, and all the way to his death, he was destined to be on his own.
But then something unexpected happened.
A tall, cheerful boy with incredible athletic ability and a grin that never left his face forcibly drew back Song Chengmian's curtains. The harsh sunlight stung his eyes.
But its warmth fell over him, gradually warming his cold body.
He thought he was beginning to like basking in the sun.
But the boy was entirely different from him.
So he was curious: what kind of upbringing could turn someone into a "wild man" like him? He didn't dare ask, but luckily, the boy took the initiative to approach him.
Lin Mu: "Look at you, you're so skinny! You need to eat more. You can have all my snacks!"
Lin Mu: "Don't be scared. If you stick with me, you won't fall. Trust me."
Lin Mu: "Why are you calling me in the middle of the night? Can't sleep? Then I'll tell you a bedtime story. Close your eyes and listen carefully..."
Lin Mu: "Like someone? I don't know. I think I really like my deskmate. He does my homework for me every day. I could just die of love for him!"
Thump-thump, thump-thump. His heart finally pounded beyond his control, and the feelings he had desperately repressed finally burst free.
His confession was drowned out by the noise around them.
"What did you just say?" Lin Mu asked, watching his lips move.
"N-nothing." Song Chengmian denied it, flustered.
"Come on..." Lin Mu looked at him reproachfully.
Then he flashed a sly smile, leaned closer, and whispered, "I heard you, you know. You said you like me."
Song Chengmian stared into Lin Mu's eyes in a panic, ready to deny it.
"Shh." Lin Mu pressed a finger to his lips. The air between them turned a little charged. "Don't lie."
Song Chengmian froze in place, waiting for the final verdict.
Lin Mu met his gaze, his expression unreadable.
"I like you too. I like you best of all."
His tears spilled over at once.
That night, Lin Mu took his hand, and through the long summers and winters that followed, they never parted again.
Through spring and autumn, past the bitter winter, I looked back, and there you stood behind me, everything just as it had always been.
A gentle, sunshine-bright powerhouse X a pretty, prickly boy who says one thing and means another
Core Theme: Ignore the gossip and move forward bravely.
