——Chaoyouye.
Su Xinghui first met him at a charity dinner when she was six years old.
At that time, she was wearing a fluffy princess dress, hiding behind her mother, secretly looking at the little boy who was the center of attention not far away.
He was wearing a black suit and an exquisite bow tie around his neck. His purple eyes looked like two crystal clear gems under the light.
"That's the Chao family's only son," her mother whispered to her, "don't bother him."
But she walked over, looked up and asked him, "Why are your eyes purple?"
The little boy was stunned for a moment, then turned away coldly: "It's natural."
——That was the first and only sentence he said to her.
The photo was taken last winter.
Su Xinghui spent 6,000 yuan to hire a paparazzi who specialized in secretly photographing celebrities. He made only one request: "Take photos of Chao Youye. The more natural the better."
The paparazzi waited for two whole weeks and finally captured this photo one afternoon.
It was raining heavily in London the day she received the photos. Su Xinghui huddled under her blanket in her dorm room, staring at her phone for an entire hour until her eyes were sore.
She set it as her wallpaper and never changed it again.
Chao Youye in the photo looks even colder and more distant than when she was a child.
His purple eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it impossible to see his emotions.
Su Xinghui once read a report about the Chao family in a magazine. The author used the term "violet-like nobleman" to describe him - elegant, reserved, and with an innate sense of distance.
She zoomed in on the details of the photo countless times:
The fingers he placed on the strap of his schoolbag were long, clean, and had distinct joints;
The second button of his school uniform gleamed slightly, and it was said to be a "treasure" that the girls clamored for;
The blurry shadows of the cherry blossoms behind him seemed to cast a soft filter over him...
——It was just a photo, but she looked at it thousands of times.
Sometimes, Su Xinghui would talk to herself while looking at the photos.
"It's raining in London today. Do you have an umbrella?"
"The math test was so difficult. You must be top of the class again, right?"
"……do you remember me?"
Of course, Chao Youye in the photo would never answer.
One time, her roommate Emma happened to glance at her phone screen and asked in surprise, "Who is this? So handsome!"
Su Xinghui subconsciously locked the screen and said casually, "A star."
"Which group? Why haven't I seen him before?"
"He's just an unknown little artist." She smiled and changed the subject, but her heart was beating incredibly fast.
——She didn't dare tell anyone, it was a secret she had kept in her heart for more than ten years.
When the night is quiet, Su Xinghui will gently stroke Chao Youye's face on the screen.
Her fingertips stroked across his brow bone, nose bridge, and finally stopped at that faint smile.
"Chao Youye..." She whispered the name, like a spell.
Then she opened the photo album again.
There were many photos saved in her phone - cherry blossoms on campus, desserts in the cafe, stray cats on the street corner... She flipped through them one by one and finally stopped at one of them.
It was a photo of her and Ye Fanshuang taken at the amusement park last summer. In the photo, she was giving the camera a "V" sign with a bright smile, while Ye Fanshuang was standing beside her, his expression indifferent, but with a gentle smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Su Xinghui stared at the photo for a while and suddenly felt a little sad.
She opened the address book, her finger hovered over Ye Fanshuang's name, hesitated for a few seconds, and ultimately did not dial.
——It’s three o’clock in the morning in China now. She should be asleep, right?
Outside the window, the London night is gentle and the stars are sparse.
Su Xinghui put her phone next to her pillow and closed her eyes.
——It turns out that a distance of eight thousand kilometers can really make people miss someone so much that their heart aches.
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