No matter what happens, don't be discouraged. Time will heal all wounds. Time is the best medicine.
The two sat quietly on a park bench.
In the middle was the small cake that Bai Ye had given her, while Su Zhimeng held the scarf he had given her.
The sky was dark, with only one street lamp faintly illuminating the night.
The afterglow of the stars and moon was not dazzling.
Su Zhimeng placed her hand on the scarf, carefully examining its appearance, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.
No matter how cold the wind was outside, it couldn't extinguish the warmth in her heart.
She carefully folded the scarf and then lifted her long, loose hair.
After she finished wrapping the scarf, Bai Ye couldn't help but steal a glance at Su Zhimeng's expression.
It turns out that if someone is good-looking and has a good figure, they will look good in anything they wear.
This scarf would suit Su Zhimeng perfectly.
Su Zhimeng blushed slightly, put her hands behind her back and thanked him, "Thank you, junior. I really like the scarf you gave me."
This seems to be the first time she has received a gift from a man other than her father.
Her gaze towards Bai Ye was somewhat complicated; she was unsure how to face him.
At that time, Bai Ye was socially awkward and was so nervous when he was with girls that he couldn't say a word, let alone start a conversation.
Neither of them spoke, and they remained silent.
After a long while, Su Zhimeng broke the silence.
"Junior, let's eat cake together!"
Bai Ye snapped out of her daze, blushing, and said, "Ah, um!"
A small candle is stuck on the small cake.
Bai Ye wanted to use the lighter she carried with her to set it on fire.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the switch was pressed, the fire was blown out by a gust of wind.
Bai Ye judged the direction the wind was blowing, then turned his back to the wind, blocking the cold air and blowing out the flame on the lighter.
A tiny candle is lit, casting a faint glow.
Su Zhimeng stared blankly at Bai Ye's face, forgetting for a moment that she was the main character.
"Senior, it's time to blow out the candles!"
Su Zhimeng came to her senses, her face beaming with a happy smile, her lips slightly upturned, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, radiating a warm and comforting aura.
"Junior, let's blow out the candles together!"
Bai Ye scratched his head: "But it's my senior's birthday, is it inappropriate for me to blow out the candles?"
Su Zhimeng waved her hand: "It's okay, junior, I don't mind, let's eat together!"
Under her senior's strong insistence, Bai Ye had no choice but to agree.
The moonlight was dim that day, and the candlelight, like the warm summer sun, shone into Su Zhimeng's heart.
The two people's breathing synchronized at that moment, gently inhaling and gently exhaling.
The candlelight went out in an instant.
Although the flame had disappeared, the candle had been etched into her heart, and in the long night, it rekindled its light in the embers.
It was from that moment that Su Zhimeng developed feelings for Bai Ye that were different from those for others.
...
At first, we pretended to understand when we were confused; later, we pretended to be confused when we understood. It's not that we wanted to live in ignorance, but many things, if you push too hard, will be exposed, and once exposed, they will be lost.
At this moment, he couldn't distinguish what kind of feelings he had for Su Zhimeng.
If Yao Yuyan was the white moonlight of his freshman year, then Su Zhimeng was the sun of his college life.
Sometimes he didn't know why his senior was so good to him, so good that Bai Ye felt he would be letting her down if he didn't work hard.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to face reality: his senior treated him differently from others.
Bai Ye remained silent, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment of sending Su Zhimeng back to school, just as he didn't want to delve into his senior's feelings for him.
He feared that if the truth came out, their current relationship might break down or leave a lasting scar.
So he pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth, and he did the same for everyone else as he did for Su Zhimeng.
He seems to have a special talent for feigning ignorance.
He couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Without a doubt, his life was a failure; he was like Liu Shan, the incompetent ruler in the Three Kingdoms period, whose parents' investment in him did not yield the returns they deserved.
He never thought about what his future life would be like, because fantasies are just fantasies and will eventually be shattered.
Like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, you can see it but can't grasp it.
When people are thinking, their faces seem to unconsciously reveal their inner joy, anger, happiness, and anger.
Su Zhimeng extended a small pink fist towards Bai Ye's front.
Bai Ye, who wasn't paying attention, almost bumped into her hand.
Fortunately, he stopped in time.
He found it hard to believe; his angelic senior would actually make such a joke?
With a smile, Su Zhimeng opened her little pink fist, revealing a candy in her palm.
"Hey junior, want some candy? It'll cheer you up!"
The senior's smile was as beautiful as an angel's, and the sunlight seemed to serve only as a backdrop to it.
He reached out and took the candy from Su Zhimeng's hand: "Senior, thank you."
Su Zhimeng smiled and shook her head, then reached out and ruffled Bai Ye's hair under his dumbfounded gaze. She winked playfully.
"Junior, you can tell me anything that's bothering you! I'll always be here for you."
...
Bai Ye walked blankly down the road.
His mind was filled with the words Su Zhimeng said when she rubbed his head as he took her home.
It's really hard not to like a senior student who is so gentle.
Bai Ye pressed his hands to his face and rubbed them vigorously, trying to prevent himself from getting too caught up in the moment.
But his senior's image lingered in his mind like a shadow.
Bai Ye couldn't help but sigh.
Next month seems to be my senior's birthday.
When Bai Ye thought of his birthday, he thought of Ye Qingcheng.
Her birthday seems to be approaching, even a little sooner than Su Zhimeng's.
Then he'll have to prepare two gifts.
Damn, this is so troublesome!
(o??????????o?????????) Why do I have to keep sending and receiving things?
It's better to celebrate a friend's birthday. Go out for a meal and drinks, and you don't have to think about what kind of birthday gift he likes. We don't give him any, okay? What do grown men need birthday gifts for?
Bai Ye didn't know what to give Ye Qingcheng, nor did he know what to give Su Zhimeng.
With the long winter approaching, the most obvious gift to think of is something warm.
A multitude of ideas suddenly popped into Bai Ye's mind.
A thermos? What era are we living in? People still give gifts like that? Bai Ye shook his head.
Sending hot water bottles? That's really bizarre.
Gloves? Hmm, that sounds good. It might not be a bad idea.
Sending a heater would be too abstract. Suddenly, Bai Ye was plunged into endless distress.
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