The arc was as faint as a glimmer of light when the clouds on the distant mountains first dispersed, or like a hot stone thrown into the surface of an icy lake, spreading out a deep-seated warm current of "relief".
Bai Zhiye tilted her head slightly, her forehead gently resting against the edge of his school uniform shoulder, her smile gentle and confident, like a water lily in the eye of a storm.
"Come again! Qingliu and Zhiye! Become gods!"
The booing grew louder.
Ye Qingliu nodded almost imperceptibly. He turned sideways, facing Bai Zhiye completely. Bai Zhiye looked up, smiling back, her clear eyes filled with only his figure.
The molten golden sunlight outside the window penetrated the golden butterflies in the sky, casting countless flowing, blurred light beams. The light dust danced silently, covering them with flowing golden gauze holy clothes.
The two stood quietly, their gazes meeting silently amid the clamor of light and dust. Time froze, the hustle and bustle around them blurring into the background.
“Crack!”
The scene is eternal. A cool young man and a gentle young woman, frozen in the blazing gold dust and apocalyptic revelry, become a serene deity isolated from time and space.
Before the lingering warmth settled in the dust of light, a clear sound like an icy spring hitting stone rang out, instantly suppressing the noise:
"Ye Qingliu."
Ye Fanshuang was standing a few steps away without her noticing. She was also wearing the blue and white school uniform, her shirt collar ironed perfectly, and her long hair was meticulously tied into a smooth bun, revealing the cool and graceful lines of her neck.
In stark contrast to the frenzy surrounding her, she exuded a chilling aura like ice and snow. Her usually cold and distant face was no longer frozen.
The corners of her lips were raised in a subtle arc with extreme restraint and elegance.
This subtle change, like a faint yet sharp golden light reflected from the polar glaciers at noon, instantly illuminates the contours of the entire face.
Deep within those beautiful phoenix eyes, there was no longer indifference, but a complex and calm light—a sense of relief after things had settled. It was a solemn review of the past, and a hint of deep, unmoved pride.
This "smile" not only did not weaken his aloofness, but instead added an unattainable charm that was like a divine mercy.
She ignored the sudden silence and the breathlessly inquiring gazes, and walked calmly and steadily to Ye Qingliu.
Her gaze fell directly on his gray-blue eyes, and her voice was clear, steady, and filled with unquestionable dignity:
"Graduation." She paused, her eyes glancing at the golden butterfly on his shoulder that hadn't flown away. The faint arc seemed to deepen a fraction. "Let's take a picture together. As a souvenir."
The request was brief and direct, with a sense of self-evident declaration, leaving no room for negotiation, but it was consistent with her usual aura.
The air was stagnant, leaving only the faint sound of paper butterflies falling to the ground.
Ye Qingliu looked at her. His gray-blue eyes were calm and serene, clearly reflecting Ye Fanshuang's divinely radiant face and that faint, sharp "smile." There was no surprise or resistance in his eyes, only a deep ocean calmness.
He nodded ever so slightly, his jawline softening for a moment. He didn't let go of Bai Zhiye's hand, but turned his body slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on Ye Fanshuang, as if they were the only two people left in the world.
Bai Zhiye quietly took a half step back, completely making room, the gentle smile on her face not diminishing in the slightest, just like the moonlight quietly disappearing into the clouds.
Ye Fanshuang received a response. She took a step forward and stood in front of Ye Qingliu. She didn't deliberately get too close, maintaining a distance just right, enough to accommodate the fluttering golden butterflies.
Her posture was as straight as a pine tree standing proudly in the snow, her chin slightly raised, the faint "smile" on her face, as if carved from ice jade, remained, and her eyes were calmly gazing straight ahead into the void, as if she were performing a solemn ceremony.
The golden paper butterflies flying all over the sky became the only background, and the light dust flowed silently around her body, outlining her isolated and independent figure.
"Squad leader." Ye Fanshuang turned his gaze to the camera and uttered only two words with invisible pressure.
The monitor quickly raised his camera, his hands trembling slightly. "Okay...Okay! Classmate Ye, look over here!"
The camera lens reveals a pure tension and isolated beauty. Ye Qingliu stands tall and straight, his expression indifferent yet noticeably relaxed. His gray-blue eyes, as still as the abyss, reflect the dancing golden butterflies.
Ye Fanshuang stood one step in front of him, his profile facing the camera (or slightly sideways, but his eyes did not completely meet Ye Qingliu's, but maintained a reserved parallel).
Her figure was as lofty as a snow-capped peak, the faint "smile" at the corner of her lips was engraved forever, and her phoenix eyes were filled with the calmness of having seen thousands of things and a deep-seated satisfaction that no one could understand.
There was no cuddling, no interaction, only two equally independent souls, forming a picture full of distance yet strangely harmonious in the burning golden dust.
Golden paper butterflies flew and fell between them and around them, becoming the only witnesses of this silent conversation.
The cold moon and the lonely sun do not need to meet, their respective brilliance is enough to illuminate this small world.
"one two three……"
The moment the shutter was pressed, the faint curve at the corner of Ye Qingliu's lips was clearly frozen.
The very faint "smile" at the corner of Ye Fanshuang's lips was also frozen forever, and his eyes were calm and distant.
There is no deliberate brilliance, only the Ye Fanshuang-style, unique high-altitude flower at the moment of farewell, frozen under the thrilling "joy" and loneliness.
The flying golden butterflies became dynamic shadows, freezing them forever in the center of the golden storm, yet they seemed to be outside the storm.
“Crack!”
This solo photo captures the distant gaze between the lonely moon and the tranquil abyss, and the silent dialogue between the icy peaks and the deep sea.
It also solidified the brilliant moment of Ye Fanshuang at the end of this grand youth, which was most in line with her divinity and the most inviolable - in her unique and unbreakable way.
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