I was desperate and tried my best to finish it. I wanted to write a short story.
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Xie Wei slowly advanced step by step, while Huang Jing retreated step by step, leaving Huang Jing with no way out.
Suddenly his arm was supporting the wall, trapping Huang Jing in a space.
His hand held Huang Jing's chin and rubbed it carefully. The girl's skin was as smooth as suet jade.
Huang Jing felt as if she could feel Xie Wei's fingerprints, and every time she rubbed them she would shudder.
The scent of agarwood mixed with herbal medicine enveloped Huang Jing's nose overwhelmingly. It was Xie Wei's scent.
From the first time she met him in the Hanlin Academy, to his carriage, to the piano training hall, everything clamored for his existence.
Xie Wei suddenly came closer and stared at the faint tear stain in the corner of Huang Jing's eyes. He remembered that when they first met, he discovered Huang Jing's tear mole, which was small and light brown.
I thought it was cute when I was a child, but it becomes even more charming as I grow up. The two people's breaths blended together, and the finger that usually played the piano stroked the tear mole.
"Xie Ju... Ju An. Do you have a habit of cutting off your sleeves?" Huang Jing said while holding back the discomfort.
Although she has been through a lot, in the final analysis she still has the habit of crying, and tears well up in her eyes.
Even at this time, his A-Ying refused to say a harsh word to him and was still calling "Ju'an", Xie Weiru thought.
Xie Wei slowly leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Tell me, should I call you Yang Yingche? Huang Jing? Or, A-Ying, do you prefer this name."
Xie Wei always remembered the girl who fell while walking in Changning Temple, the girl who said her name was A-ying, the girl who wore a fiery red cloak with a bun, and the little girl who played for him at the piano hall.
He always remembered her, it was Huang A-ying who belonged deep in his memory, and was his warmest memory.
It was his final encounter with his past self.
He just hates that even if they meet each other, they don't know each other.
Intention: Don't think about it and forget it