Embers Glow Late

[BL] Xie Jinyao, the flower of the high mountains × Jiang Yingchi, the weak-tongued beauty Jiang Yingchi went back to the dormitory one night and bought a blueberry cake and wanted to take it home to eat. He saw Xie Jinyao squatting downstairs in the dormitory to feed the stray cats. When he looked closer, he found that he was crying, so he hurriedly gave the cake to him. Little did he know that that day was really Xie Jinyao's 18th birthday. Xie Jinyao didn't tell Jiang Yingchi that it was his birthday, but Xie Jinyao and Jiang Yingchi had a messy chat all night long on the bench downstairs in the dormitory - "You always say my smile is fake, but even my heartbeat is real." Xie Jinyao, recognized as the "Flower of the Mountains" at the city's key high school, always wears a pressed white shirt, and even his textbooks are coded as neatly as mathematical formulas. When Jiang Yingchi saw him for the first time, he poked the other person's deliberately maintained smile with his fingertips and sneered: "How can a nerd pretend to be gentle?" The tear mole on the young man's pale cheek shook into diamonds in the sun, but he didn't see Xie Jin's hand hanging at his side was pinched into his palm. Since the first year of high school, he could never take his eyes away from the figure who was always holding on to the railing at the end of the corridor and panting. On that rainy night in late autumn, when Jiang Yingchi ran across the corridor with his homework book in his arms, he was frightened by the thunder and staggered, and the pages in his arms were scattered on the ground. Xie Jinyao came out of the teacher's office and saw him squatting on the ground picking up papers, so he silently tilted his umbrella over. It wasn't until the other person raised his head in confusion that he retracted his hand in a panic and lied that he "just had to go to the bathroom." However, when he turned around, half of his shoulders were soaked by the rain. Later, Jiang Yingchi found ginger tea wrapped in body temperature in the classroom drawer. On the label was Xie Jinyao's neat small words: "The infirmary said you can't drink ice." However, he deliberately crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can. The tip of his ears felt hotter than the heavy rain outside the window. During the past three years, Jiang Yingchi always threw Xie Jinyao's problem sets on the desk, thinking that the hot milk he handed over was too hot, and laughed at him for looking like a piece of wood when he was serious about solving problems. Only Xie Jinyao knew that every time he went for a morning jog, he would quietly follow the latter three steps away, counting how often the other person covered his chest. He also knew that the batch number of the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill hidden in the infirmary coincided with the date of his regular physical examination. It wasn't until that afternoon when the cicadas chirped harshly, when Jiang Yingchi fell in the playground, that Xie Jinyao broke the restraint of seventeen years for the first time - he hugged the increasingly cold body with red eyes, and repeated in the other person's unconscious ears: "Jiang Yingchi, I want you to live a long life." Finally, as if he was afraid of being heard, he said with tears and sweat, "I love you." Destiny shows its cruel tenderness in front of the red light in the operating room. The nurse took the matching report and marveled at the "unmatched fit", but no one saw the ink marks that Xie Jinyao's pen tip made on the four words "voluntary donation" when he signed the pre-operative notice. When Jiang Yingchi woke up, his chest was beating with an unfamiliar rhythm. Lying beside the bed was Xie Jinyao's wrongly written notebook. The last page was written in red pen: "It turns out that the heart really remembers the owner's love." Three months later, on the school street with all the cherry blossoms falling, a junior student handed over a love letter with a blushing face. Jiang Yingchi was just about to say "I'm sorry" when a sharp pain suddenly appeared in his heart - it was a throbbing he had never felt before, as if someone was whispering in his blood vessels: "Are you going to love others with my heart?" He suddenly remembered the warmth of Xie Jinyao's fingertips on his mole when he arranged his school uniform for the last time. It turns out that all the "hypocritical tenderness" is "I'm afraid you will die" that he dare not say out loud; it turns out that the "I love you" that was blown away by the wind has long been integrated into the heart beating for him, and has become a confession that is always late. It turns out that he has been secretly in love with Xie Jinyao for a long time, but he has never noticed it. ——When your heartbeat becomes my last love letter, and even my ability to say "I love you" must be exchanged for my life. Intention: The ultimate dedication of love