Lu Yuwu had absolutely no way to deal with Fu Yan.

She also knew that Fu Yan wasn't just doing this to show off; he wanted to share it with the whole world.

He used this method to clearly tell everyone.

He already has someone he loves, and he loves her deeply and proudly.

Lu Yuwu initially felt a little embarrassed, but gradually got used to Fu Yan's undisguised favoritism.

She wasn't a shy or timid person to begin with, and after feeling the complete sense of security that Fu Yan gave her, she gradually opened up.

Lu Yuwu would start waiting for Fu Yan on the sidelines with water and a towel when he played ball, and cheer with the students around her when he scored.

On Fu Yan's birthday, she would carefully prepare a gift and even invite Luo Luo to join in, setting up a small surprise party in his usual study room.

They also spent their afternoons together in the library when they didn't have classes.

Fu Yan read "The Spirit of Finance," while Lu Yuwu sketched her design drafts, neither disturbing the other.

Occasionally, their eyes would meet when they looked up, exchange a smile, and then each lower their head again, a scene of quiet beauty.

On weekends, the two would ride shared bikes through the city's streets and alleys, looking for a well-regarded niche restaurant, or simply wandering aimlessly, feeling the warmth of each other's hands.

Lu Yuwu encountered a bottleneck in her design assignment, feeling frustrated and sighing as she looked at her drawing paper.

Fu Yan put down the book in his hand, walked to her side, and without asking any questions, simply picked up a pencil and casually drew a few strokes on another piece of paper.

He painted the ancient ginkgo tree in the business school; the lines were simple yet very expressive.

"Here, this is for you." He handed her the painting.

Lu Yuwu stared at the painting for a moment, then smiled: "I didn't know you could paint?"

"No," Fu Yan said frankly, "I just... wanted to draw something that would make you feel better."

A very simple sentence, yet it instantly softened Lu Yuwu's heart.

Those anxieties and anxieties seemed to vanish with his simple strokes.

She carefully put the painting away, and later even bought a frame to display it on her desk.

The leaves on the campus trees turned from light green to dark green, and the cicadas' chirping grew louder and louder.

As the semester draws to a close, the air is thick with the tension of exam week.

Fu Yan and Lu Yuwu saw each other less often.

But every night, without fail, Fu Yan would escort Lu Yuwu back to her dormitory, no matter how late she studied.

...

That night, Lu Yuwu stayed in the studio very late because of a complicated design problem. When she came out, the sky was full of stars.

Fu Yan waited in the same old spot, leaning against the lamppost, his shadow stretched long.

"Have you been waiting long?" Lu Yuwu jogged over, looking apologetic.

"No."

Fu Yan straightened up, naturally took the heavy art supply bag from her hand, and took her hand with his other hand. "Let's go."

The two walked side by side on the tree-lined path.

"How's your review going?" Fu Yan asked.

"It's alright, but I'm a little worried about the 3D composition course."

Lu Yuwu sighed and shook their clasped hands. "And you?"

"It's alright." Fu Yan said succinctly, as he always had absolute control over his studies.

As they reached the dormitory building, Lu Yuwu was about to say goodbye when Fu Yan gently pulled her back.

“Close your eyes,” he said, his voice low and gentle in the night.

Lu Yuwu blinked in confusion, but still closed her eyes as instructed.

She felt Fu Yan release her hand, as if taking something out of his pocket, and then a cool object was gently placed around her neck.

She opened her eyes and looked down to see an extremely exquisite platinum necklace, shimmering delicately under the streetlights.

“This is…” she looked up in surprise.

"This is a gift for your good luck on your exams. I made it myself." Fu Yan looked at her, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Do you like it?"

Lu Yuwu touched the slightly cool pendant, nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling: "I love it! I love it so much!"

She paused, then suddenly remembered something, took out a small box from her backpack, and stuffed it into Fu Yan's hand, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Um, I also have something for you. I was originally planning to give it to you on your birthday, but since you've already given me one, I'd like to give it to you now."

Fu Yan opened the box, inside was a pair of exquisite cufflinks with a tulip pattern, which he liked.

"I knew it suited you as soon as I saw it..."

Lu Yuwu explained in a low voice.

Fu Yan looked at the cufflinks and then at her expectant eyes, and felt an indescribable joy welling up inside him.

He stepped forward and hugged Lu Yuwu tightly, his voice tender: "Thank you, I like it very much."

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the unique ambiguity of a summer night.

Some students returning home late saw this scene and kindly smiled and walked around it, not wanting to disturb this beautiful moment.

Amidst the envious or blessing glances of those around them, they walked hand in hand along the tree-lined paths of the campus.

...

At home.

Shang Wu focused on recuperating and knew that Lu Yuwu was having a good relationship with Fu Yan, so she didn't disturb her.

She woke up in the early morning, and as soon as she moved, Lu Rang, who had been sleeping soundly beside her, immediately opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, indicating that he had been awake for quite some time.

"Awake? How are you feeling?"

Lu Rang propped himself up, carefully examining her face, his tone carrying a barely perceptible tension.

Shang Wu chuckled and gently nudged him.

"I'm fine, really, it's just a routine check-up, why are you so nervous?"

Since she fell ill, Lu Rang has been extremely concerned about her health, to the point of being paranoid.

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