Thorn Swan

Xie Yaozhao's warmth is not as hot as a fire, but more like the ray of sunshine that penetrates the thick clouds and falls persistently on the frozen lake in the early winter afternoon. It is neither noisy nor domineering, but carries a sense of presence that cannot be ignored and stubbornly wants to melt something. For Lin Weihuan, who was accustomed to curling up in his own shadow, this warmth was strange and dazzling at first. She is used to building walls with indifference and demarcating boundaries with alienation, like a vigilant hedgehog, hiding her soft belly deeply. However, Xie Yaozhao, like a halo that does not understand what "boundaries" are, naturally filled the air around her. His smile is the embodiment of warmth. Clean and clear, the curve of the corners of her lips is like a crescent moon. When reflecting the real sunlight outside the window, her whole person seems to be glowing. The light was not dazzling, it just shone purely, with the magnanimity unique to young people that has not been tempered by the experience of the world. When he turned sideways and asked her to borrow notes from her with just the right amount of embarrassment due to being distracted, there was no inquiry or pity in that smile, only a simple and direct friendliness, like a warm pebble, gently dropped into the lake of her silent heart. The candy he shared had a sweet mint aroma. The delicate candy wrapper shimmered in his open palm, like a small treasure that did not belong to her gray world. His gesture of handing it over was so natural, as if sharing happiness was a matter of course. Lin Weihuan didn't answer, but at that moment, she seemed to really smell the sweetness, and there was even a trace of illusory coolness on the tip of her tongue, which briefly dispelled the bitterness in her heart. His voice was of another kind of temperature. Clear and bright, like a mountain stream hitting stones. He would chatter between classes about the newly opened window in the cafeteria, a certain teacher's interesting catchphrase, or what he was looking forward to in the afternoon gym class. Most of the time, Lin Weihuan just listened silently, like a statue without an echo. But he didn't seem to care about the one-man show. The voice itself was like a companion, a background sound, with a constant warmth, soothing her tense nerves. When her eyelashes occasionally twitched ever so slightly at his unintentional cold humor, there would be an imperceptible, contented lightness in her voice. What caught her off guard the most was that run. The moment her wrist was tightly grasped by him, a strange and hot temperature suddenly rushed into her skin, following her blood veins and reaching her heart. The temperature was completely different from his usual sunny and warm appearance, with an undoubted sense of power and protectiveness. She was pulled by him and ran, the night wind filled her ears, and all she could see was his straight running back. The halo of the street lamp danced and flowed on the tips of his slightly curly hair, as if it had coated him with a flowing, warm golden rim. At that moment, the sound of the wind, the heartbeat, and the pain in the arm were all blurred. Only the burning touch on the wrist and the beating golden halo in front of the eyes were extremely clear. It was a strange, safe warmth, like a stone thrown into a stagnant lake. Purpose: The glimmer of light breaks the ice, the love blade cuts through the mighty