The incandescent lamp in the study room always lights up when dusk fills the windows. When Lu Qiu walked past their class, he saw Gu Fei's drooping eyelashes brushing against the three-dimensional geometry on the draft paper, the black carbon pen rustling on the paper, and the silver watch on her wrist refracting tiny spots of light, which looked like the secret she was hiding deep in her heart that she dared not touch.
She had counted the threads on the second button of his school uniform, collected the calculation papers he had written down, and even the wind from his clothes when they happened to pass each other in the corridor had become a single that played over and over again in her memory. At dusk after the basketball game, he raised his head and drank mineral water. The rolling arc of his Adam's apple was turned golden by the setting sun. Lu Qiu clutched the strawberry-flavored soda he just bought and watched the water droplets fall along his fingertips on the cement floor, leaving small dark marks.
On the day of the graduation ceremony, Lu Qiu stuffed the letter folded into the shape of a maple leaf into his locker. In the early morning when the autumn wind was blowing up the ginkgo leaves, she looked at the empty iron grid, and suddenly realized that some love was like the sunset on the rooftop of the teaching building, so gorgeous that it burned her eyes, but she could never touch her fingertips.
Intention: secret love
