In May in London, the sun finally warmed up.
Su Xinghui came out of the library holding a pile of books and squinted at the sky - it was a rare sunny day with sparse clouds. The sunlight shone through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground.
She took a deep breath and smelled the freshly cut grass of the lawn.
"Su!"
A voice with a thick French accent came from behind her. Su Xinghui didn't need to turn around to know who it was - Lucas Moreau, the French exchange student who had been pursuing her relentlessly since the first day of school.
She pretended not to hear and quickened her pace towards the dormitory.
"Su, wait!" Lucas trotted over, his blond hair gleaming in the sun and his blue eyes smiling. "You're walking too fast."
Su Xinghui stopped, turned around, and gave a standard fake smile: "What's the matter?"
Lucas handed over an exquisite paper bag: "My mother sent me macarons, specially brought them for you."
Su Xinghui took a glance - the pink package, tied with a ribbon, looked carefully prepared.
She didn't answer, but tilted her head: "Lucas, I remember I clearly rejected you last week?"
Lucas's smile remained unchanged: "But you haven't tasted my mother's cooking yet."
"Oh?" Su Xinghui raised an eyebrow. "So your pursuit strategy is to impress me with your mother's cooking skills?"
Several students passing by couldn't help but laugh. Lucas's ears turned slightly red, but he still refused to give up. "At least give me a chance?"
Su Xinghui sighed and suddenly reached out to take the paper bag. Lucas' eyes lit up, but before he could even express his joy, he saw her turn around and hand the macarons to a passing janitor.
"Mrs. Wilson, this is something Lucas brought to you specially. He said you work too hard." Su Xinghui said sweetly.
The janitor took it with surprise: "Oh, thank you, dear!"
Lucas opened his mouth, but was momentarily speechless. Su Wanqing winked at him. "You're welcome. It's always nice to help others."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
In the dormitory, as soon as Su Xinghui opened the door, she was grabbed by her roommate Emma.
"I heard you rejected Lucas again?" Emma came over curiously. "What reason did you use this time?"
Su Xinghui threw her schoolbag on the bed and said lazily, "There's no reason, I just don't want to pay attention to him."
Emma sighed exaggeratedly, "That's Lucas Moreau! The dream boy of half the girls in the school!"
"Then let the other half of the girls chase him." Su Xinghui opened her laptop and said casually, "I'm allergic to golden retrievers."
"You obviously have a golden retriever!"
"Oh, then let me give you another reason—" Su Xinghui thought for a moment and said seriously, "I'm allergic to French."
Emma rolled her eyes: "You're just being stubborn. It's obvious that you have someone in your heart."
Su Xinghui's fingers tapping on the keyboard paused for a moment, and she didn't respond.
In the afternoon literature class, the professor assigned an essay assignment on "Distance and Longing".
Su Xinghui bit the pen cap and stared blankly at the blank document. On the screen, the cursor flickered, as if urging her to write.
Distance... Missing...
Her thoughts unconsciously drifted far away - the person who always accompanied her on the phone late at night, the person who was obviously gentle but always pretended to be cold.
"Su, do you have any ideas?" the classmate next to her asked her in a low voice.
Su Xinghui came back to her senses and smiled: "Yeah, a little bit."
She lowered her head and typed:
8,000 Kilometers Time Difference
"It's four in the morning where she is, and nine in the evening where I am. There's an eight-hour time difference between us, but we always find each other tacitly..."
As she wrote, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised.
——Some feelings are hidden between the lines, and only you know them.
After school, Su Xinghui went to her usual cafe.
She liked to sit by the window, order an iced latte, and wait for the sunset while doing her homework. Today was no exception, but she had just sat down when her thoughts were interrupted.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Su Xinghui looked up and saw a strange Asian boy standing in front of the table. He was wearing the uniform of the boys' school next door and had a polite smile on his face.
"Mind." She said bluntly.
The boy was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting to be rejected: "I just..."
"Whether you want to chat up someone or there really aren't any seats left, I suggest you go over there."
Su Xinghui pointed to an empty seat in the corner. "After all—" she shook her phone. "My boyfriend will call to check on me any moment."
The boy's expression froze, he said "sorry" awkwardly and hurried away.
Su Xinghui glanced down at her phone—on the screen was her chat interface with Ye Fanshuang, the last message was from last night:
"Ye Fanshuang: Go to bed early."
She gently poked Ye Fanshuang's avatar on the screen and whispered, "Do you mind if I borrow you as a shield?"
——Anyway, she won’t know.
Back in the dormitory that night, Su Xinghui took a shower and lay down on the bed. She swiped the screen and saw a candid photo on her phone.
The boy in the photo stood beneath a cherry blossom tree, his short black hair ruffled by the wind, revealing a pair of rare purple eyes. Sunlight filtered through the petals, casting tiny specks of light on the collar of his white school uniform.
He tilted his face slightly, as if looking at something in the distance, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
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