Evening Breeze Turns to Fog

Gentle, calm, slow-heated female academic master x cool externally cold internally hot academic god Cold night x light foggy time —The sweet pet of youth campus—Going in both directions—Daily healing— In the hot camphor season, in the quiet and restrained Hanxuewan, I always like to quietly look at Qian Wu, a young man sitting alone by the window, during class breaks. She thought that her little thoughts were perfectly hidden, but she didn't know that the cold and taciturn young man had already laid his eyes on her for a long time. Studying questions side by side, handing out candies during class, holding an umbrella together on rainy nights, discussing wrong questions under the lamp during evening self-study, in the boring and intense days of preparation for exams, details and tenderness are layered on top of each other. The slow heartbeat breaks through the restrained preference, and the two-way rush is never a distant look. The evening wind carried the chirping of cicadas, and Han Xuwan finally understood that the mist and expectation in her eyes, from beginning to end, were only for the light mist.