The first time Shen Yuchu noticed An Yi was by the window on the third floor of the library.
The sun was just right that afternoon, and she lay down on her open professional book and took a nap. A few strands of hair hung down on her cheeks, swaying gently with her breathing. He stood behind the bookshelf holding the book he had just borrowed, and read for three full minutes, until she was awakened by the vibration of her cell phone. When she looked up in a daze, he turned around as if he had been burned, but his heartbeat beat a drum in his chest.
From then on, his life began to take on a hidden coordinate. It's the seat in the coffee shop she often goes to, and the photos of the sky she occasionally posts in her circle of friends - he can accurately tell that she likes milk tea with three-point sugar, knows that she bites the penholder in a daze when rushing to report, and even remembers that she lost an umbrella with a bear pendant last winter.
He had countless opportunities to step forward, such as when she couldn't move the easel, when she rushed into the teaching building in the rain, and when she sat alone in the corner at the graduation party. But when the words came to my lips, they always turned into pretending to pass by casually, or deleting and changing "Hello" in the chat box.
This love was like a secret hidden on his sleeve, which he kept for three years. Until one day, she passed by him holding a book, and the bookmark accidentally fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up. The moment his fingertips touched, he heard his uncontrollable heartbeat, which collided with her smiling "thank you".
It turns out that some heartbeats, no matter how deeply they are hidden, will quietly overflow the embankment at some moment.
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