A Secret Love Letter Carried by the Wind

In the early autumn of their seventeenth year, the evening breeze carried the scent of osmanthus. In the rosy glow of the hallway, Su Wan fell for the cool, aloof top student Lu Zhiheng at first sight.

She was a gentle, quiet girl in the humanities, with tenderness hidden in her pen. Shy and reserved, she kept all her feelings tucked away in her exercise book and the corner of her eye, quietly watching the boy who always seemed to shine.

Everyone said Lu Zhiheng was cool and distant, quiet and indifferent, like moonlight high in the clouds, beyond anyone's reach.

But no one knew that this science prodigy, admired by everyone, had long been quietly taking note of the girl by the window, head lowered as she wrote.

He remembered the way she furrowed her brow over a difficult math problem, the loose strands of her hair stirring in the evening breeze, and her flustered, evasive gaze.

Their humanities and science classes were only steps apart. They brushed past each other at the turn of the stairs countless times, and exchanged glances beneath the fading evening glow.

From strangers gazing at each other from afar to solving problems side by side, spending every day together.

The evening breeze keeps her secrets; the boy keeps his tenderness.

The sea of practice problems stretches on, and youth burns bright.

All my carefully hidden feelings, my deliberate chance encounters, my quiet devotion,

were only so I could meet you in a love that went both ways.

It turns out the best kind of youth is secretly falling for you, only to find that, as it happens, you have loved me for a long time too.