"I'm never going to like Bai Jingnian again!"
Jiang Yu rushed into the dormitory, clung to Shi An, and cried out.
Shi An gently patted her back to comfort her. "What did he do this time?"
Fang Qi, their roommate, teased her with a laugh. "This is the 63rd time overall and the second time this week you've said you're not going to like Bai Jingnian anymore!"
Jiang Yu pulled her tear-streaked face from Shi An's arms. "He's gone too far! He actually told me he'd only consider getting a girlfriend if Wen Yu had one!"
"That's outrageous! Outrageous! Who would dare get close to Wen Yu?"
"Shi An! Don't you think he's gone too far?"
Shi An was fragile, a girl with a congenital illness who had to be carefully looked after from childhood.
It made her quiet and taciturn.
Wen Yu was an iceberg, cold toward everyone.
Whatever kind of fire approached him, it would be extinguished by the cold before it got close.
That day, Jiang Yu cried with more tragic fervor than ever before.
After finally getting Jiang Yu to fall asleep, Shi An picked up her phone. Hesitantly, she opened a chat with someone and typed: [Do you like anyone?]
The reply came quickly: [No.]
[Then can I pursue you?]
Wen Yu and Shi An had lived on the same street since childhood, but because of Shi An's illness, they rarely interacted.
In his memory, Shi An had always been quiet and rarely spoke.
Until, curious, he asked, "So how are you going to pursue me?"
Shi An smiled and said, "Whatever you prefer. Do you like it wild or gentle? Do you like someone clingy, or someone who throws herself at you?"
"I can tailor it to you, of course. I'll never act out of character."
Theme: Love life.
