"Do you expect me to listen to you recite 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng' if I can't sleep?" She wiped her face, tucked a lock of hair behind her temple, and stared blankly at the energetic Gu Xinan.

He rested his chin on his hand. "Okay..."

She stood up to leave, but Gu Xinan showed no sign of offering her a seat.

She slammed her fist into his back: "Get out of the way!"

"Damn it—" Gu Xinan winced in pain and had no choice but to straighten his back to let her pass.

After evening self-study, Ying Qian and Chen Wenzhi talked about their new deskmate.

He listened to Ying Qian describe Gu Xinan's every move without much reaction, and gave a fair evaluation: "He is a good person, has excellent grades, and a good personality, so he is very popular with girls."

"Hey, Chen Wenzhi, don't you think there's something wrong with his head?" Ying Qian looked incredulously at the face whose outline was blurred under the dim light.

She couldn't see Chen Wenzhi's expression, but she heard him say in a calm voice, "He talks a lot, and it's good that you can chat with him. I'll help you get used to it gradually."

"And... for you, he will be a great deskmate, at least much better than I was at the beginning."

"Chen Wenzhi, shut up!" Ying Qian covered his mouth with her hand. "You've been praising him to the skies, what's gotten into you!"

He smiled faintly, his bright eyes filled with unfathomable emotions.

Ying Qian had no idea what had happened to him that afternoon.

She stared intently into his eyes, her gaze unwavering no matter how blurry they were.

"Chen Wenzhi, no matter what you say, no matter what angle you look at it from, let me tell you, no one can replace you in my heart! Whether it's Gu Xinan or any other random people, I won't hate you, I'll only like you more and more."

After saying that, she threw herself into that warm embrace.

Chen Wenzhi seemed to smile. "Ying Qian, the night is truly beautiful tonight."

She clung to him tightly, refusing to let go. "There's no moon, no stars! It's not beautiful at all!"

This time he genuinely smiled and bent down to tidy her hair.

“It’s not the night that’s beautiful, it’s me,” Ying Qian said.

Yes, it's you.