He went to the library to borrow books with his student card, but found the information left on the card in the book and discovered that Mu Wenxi had been ranked number one on the book borrowing list over the years.

He had read the books she had read.

Once, he discovered the certificates on the school's honor wall. The entire row belonged to Mu Wenxi alone, while in a small corner not far away were this year's national scholarships, which belonged to him. He had walked the same path as her.

He also watched videos of his senior classmates participating in various competitions and cultural performances on the campus forum.

He was just as excited as the others, but he knew the gap between them. He wanted to catch up, but the senior had already graduated.

Fortunately, she is a grateful person, and even after graduation, she often returns to the school to visit her teachers.

The teachers spoke highly of her.

During an event, the senior student returned to the school as an outstanding alumna, while he was a student council member helping out. He watched her shining brightly from behind.

"Junior, keep up!"

Seeing Song Xici lagging behind, Mu Wenxi turned around and called out to him.

Seeing the energetic Mu Wenxi in front of her, Song Xici immediately followed, but their relationship remained only that of senior and junior.

After graduation, he traveled around and finally found out where his senior was. Computers helped him a lot. He waited for the right opportunity and deliberately rented an empty room next to his senior. Originally, he just wanted to be close to his senior and watch her silently. He never expected to be able to enter her life.

He was very grateful.

But the senior student also encountered trouble. He thought she was always happy as he imagined, but life is not like that.

He didn't want to sit idly by. He ran every day hoping to catch a glimpse of Mu Wenxi on her way to work, and threw out the trash at night hoping to run into Mu Wenxi on her way home from get off work.

Upon learning that her water pipes were broken, he secretly prayed that they would last a little longer, and he was overjoyed when she came to borrow his kitchen.

He was cooking ribs for her, which was her favorite dish when she was in college.

He was furious when he learned that she was being harassed and hoped that the person would stop harassing her. When her car window was broken and her senior moved into his house.

He hoped he could live with his senior classmate forever.

When he learned of the danger she was in, he wanted to protect her at all times, but he never expected that she would discover this secret.

Mu Wenxi's excited voice interrupted his recollection: "So you're my junior! I don't remember having such a handsome junior!"

Song Xici nervously rubbed his fingers together.

Mu Wenxi: "I won't blame you since you're my junior. After all, who doesn't have an idol? I understand, I understand."

Song Xici's voice grew softer and softer: "No, not an idol, but someone I like."

Mu Wenxi, tidying up her things, said, "Huh? What did you say? You're all packed? I'll be done soon too. You should rest when you're done."

Song Xici no longer had the courage to speak. He returned to the sofa and sat there blankly, unaware that Mu Wenxi, who was packing her things, had a flushed face.

On Saturday, the couple called a moving company, and the movers began moving the items one by one.

Song Xici moved into the second bedroom, leaving the master bedroom for Mu Wenxi.

Mu Wenxi pointed to an empty room: "Let's use this room as a study."

In the study, there were two tables, one by the window and the other against the wall. The window was a large floor-to-ceiling window.

What should I do if I have two refrigerators?

Song Xici suggested, "How about we sell these two and get a bigger, newer one?"

Mu Wenxi: "Okay, I want the kind with double doors."

There were a few other things they wanted to add, so the two decided to go to the home furnishing market.

As Song Xici pushed her cart past the water bottle section, she picked up a couple's water bottle next to her and looked at it.

When Mu Wenxi looked over, he immediately put it down.

Mu Wenxi looked at him, walked over and picked up the two water glasses that Xi Ci had been looking at, one black and one white: "These are quite nice, let's buy them."

Song Xici responded softly, seemingly pleased: "Can I take these two cushions?"

Wen Xi looked over and saw two adorable animal-shaped plush pillows facing each other. She walked over and pinched them, saying, "So cute, take them quickly!"

Mu Wenxi skipped and hopped along the way, eager to try anything that looked nice: "Xi Ci, do you want this?"

Song Xici looked at the bed sheet in the other person's hand, which had a similar color and pattern, and said, "I want it."

The two returned to their lodgings with bags full of belongings and started decorating. Looking at their newly renovated home, they were very happy.

Mu Wenxi extended his hand to the person next to him: "Enjoy the cohabitation."

Song Xici looked at the fair and soft fingers in front of her and took them in her hands.

The two continued their lives as before. Mu Wenxi went to work in the morning, while Song Xici worked from home. After get off work, Song Xici would pick up Mu Wenxi.

As for Mu Wenxi's car, the two of them had long since ignored it.

The two of them go to the supermarket or farmers' market to buy groceries together; one washes the vegetables while the other cooks, and one washes the dishes while the other mops the floor.

This kind of life continued for a while. Their relationship grew better and better, with a tacit understanding between them, but neither of them made it clear.

Supervisor: "Let's all get together tonight."

Wen Xi asked her colleague, "Did you guys used to have frequent gatherings?"

Colleague: "Not often, just occasionally."

Wen Xi thought for a moment and sent a message to Song Xici: "Xici, the company is having a party tonight, I won't be home for dinner, you'll have to eat by yourself."

Song Xici: "Okay."

A colleague peeked out, seemingly curious: "Who did you message?"

Mu Wenxi did not answer.

My colleague whispered curiously, "The one at home."

She nodded.

Colleague: "There's something going on between you two."

Wen Xi's eyes darkened: "No."

Colleague: "Why don't you confess your feelings?"

Mu Wenxi: "It's fine as it is now, we can keep each other company without any burden."

Song Xici sat there blankly. Mu Wenxi wasn't coming back that night, and he didn't know what to do.

We had a quick and simple dinner.

She glanced at the alarm clock every now and then. It was past nine o'clock, and she still hadn't returned. Song Xici put on her coat and decided to go for a walk outside.

At the entrance of the residential compound, Mu Wenxi got out of the car and greeted the man inside: "Bye-bye, thank you for giving me a ride."

Man: "You're welcome, it's my pleasure. Be careful."

Song Xici's eyes grew increasingly dark as he watched the scene in the distance. He turned and left without saying a word, as if leaving would make it seem as if he had never witnessed it.

Mu Wenxi opened the door and found Song Xici sitting on the sofa, still awake: "Xici, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Song Xici's voice sounded somewhat angry: "I'll wait for you to come back."

Mu Wenxi was taken aback: "Sorry I'm late."

Song Xici got up and took a glass of honey water: "It's okay, just to sober up."

Mu Wenxi sniffed himself: "Do you smell strongly of alcohol? Thank you. You don't need to wait for me next time, you can go to sleep first."

Song Xici responded softly and walked forward, his back looking somewhat lonely. Although he was very unhappy, he couldn't let his sister find out, or she would be angry.