Flowers on the Stars

He had kept her button for years, but refused to admit it. He had always remembered her spying on him, her flustered reaction, and her persistence, but pretended to have amnesia. He treasured the pictures she had drawn of her secret crush, but never brought them up. Whenever he heard her name, he felt a storm brewing inside, yet kept a straight face. He was Feng Xin, awkward, cunning, and deeply devoted. As she searched for his name, line by line, on the bulletin board, her feelings first began to show. After going to great lengths to find his lucky textbook, she treasured every day they spent together and was happier than ever. She shouted, “I booked this guy eight years ago!” without caring how ridiculous she looked. She had done so many foolish things for him and wanted to keep doing them, but all she feared was that she had no right to. She was Cheng Anzhi, sweet, hardworking, and earnest. Fortunately, their story had begun eight years ago, and would never end in this lifetime.