Chapter 79 The girl's humble yet pure love finally glimpsed the light of day that night.
There were only two classes on Friday afternoon. When the bell rang, a group of students rushed out of the classroom with their schoolbags.
Wen Jiu let Xia Shi leave first, and then sat in her seat for a long time before slowly getting up.
Before leaving the classroom, she glanced at the seat in the back row.
Her notebook was not on the table.
*
In the alley.
Wen Jiu stood at the entrance of the alley, and the image of her figure under the streetlights appeared in her mind's eye.
But.
She blinked; the alley was now deserted.
Zhou Yanchuan is not here.
He didn't come.
For the first time, he didn't say a word and didn't wait for her here.
She stared at the lonely lamp, her nose stinging with tears. She should have been more careful.
Wen Jiu knew she wouldn't see Zhou Yanchuan today, but she couldn't bear to leave. So she stubbornly stood there from dawn till dusk, until her legs went numb.
The moment the corner light came on, she lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes; she had messed things up after all.
Wen Jiu stood there for a while, and just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
His body suddenly stopped.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping behind her.
Wen Jiu's back was stiff.
She wanted to turn around, but she was afraid of seeing a pair of disappointed and disdainful eyes.
Until a voice sounded from above—
"Give me your schoolbag first."
Wen Jiu couldn't describe the feeling of having something lost and then regained it.
A large tear fell from her eye socket with a "plop," as if it made a sound, without any warning.
Zhou Yanchuan spent a long time in the internet cafe repeatedly reading the contents of the notebook. When he looked up at the time, he realized that it was already past the time they had agreed to go home together.
I originally wanted to go straight home to find her, but I was afraid she would be standing foolishly in the alley waiting for me.
And it really is here.
How could anyone be so stupid?
How could I feel happiness just by looking at him?
*
"Zhou Yanchuan."
A sound rang out in the quiet alley.
Zhou Yanchuan responded with a "Mm".
"Do you feel bad about me right now?" The girl's slender back trembled, and it was hard to tell how much courage she had mustered to speak.
Why do you say that?
"On the surface, they avoid you and push you away, but in reality, they are secretly thinking about everything related to you."
Having kept her true feelings bottled up for so long, it was so embarrassing to slowly tear away her facade. Wen Jiu's voice trembled as she softly asked, "Isn't it like a rat that can only live in the dark? Damp, afraid of the light, and always likes to do things secretly?"
Zhou Yanchuan didn't say anything, but simply took out a tissue to wipe away her tears.
The girl lowered her voice even further, and the fragility in her tone became more pronounced, as if she had been exposed and was ready to give up entirely.
"But that's just how bad I am. I'm timid, sentimental, and conflicted. When I heard your confession, I was clearly happy, but I pretended not to care; I liked your closeness, but I would hide from you; I cared about you to death, but I pretended to be indifferent; and..."
She spoke too hastily, and her emotions were running high, causing Wen Jiu to choke up.
A sudden gust of wind blew through the alley, ruffling her hair and carrying her words to the ear of the person in front of her.
"Also, even though I really like you, I've never dared to admit it."
Zhou Yanchuan's eyes were churning with emotions like the sea. At this moment, the girl's heart, which had been unwilling to be opened and remained silent, finally had a crack.
"And I'm not well-behaved at all. I want to hug you and hold your hand."
He looked at her, his gaze tender and loving: "Isn't this being naughty?"
"Mmm," she nodded subconsciously, letting out a wronged sound.
The tissue in his hand was soaked through. Zhou Yanchuan wiped away the girl's tears with his hand: "Then wouldn't I be an unforgivable sinner?"
"What?" Wen Jiu's eyes were filled with tears, clearly still caught up in her own emotions.
Looking at the girl's bewildered expression, Zhou Yanchuan's heart softened: "I've thought about all the things you've thought about, even more than that."
"Too much?"
"Um."
What is it?
Zhou Yanchuan looked at her bloodshot eyes, raised his hand and gently rubbed the corner of her eye, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, but a little irritating.
"I can't say."
Wen Jiu blinked, and for some reason, she felt that Zhou Yanchuan was different from usual at this moment.
And he didn't seem to dislike what she wrote in her notebook at all.
As if guessing what she was thinking, he whispered, "I like it."
"Do you like it?" she asked uncertainly.
He affirmed once again, "Yes."
He was too busy liking Wen Xiaojiu, who was pure and innocent yet had a hint of sensuality.
But just thinking about those bittersweet words makes my heart ache.
Did you just confess your feelings to me?
The sudden change of topic startled Wen Jiu. "What?"
"I clearly like you a lot, but I don't dare to admit it." Zhou Yanchuan repeated, "Does that count?"
The wind is gentle tonight, as are the lights.
Wen Jiu blushed slightly when asked, "No, that doesn't count."
"Are you still trying to hook me?"
"I," Wen Jiu's face flushed, and she instinctively lowered her head to hide, but then stopped as if remembering something.
Zhou Yanchuan smiled and was about to say, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
Then a voice called out in my ear: "Zhou Yanchuan".
"Um."
He responded instinctively, but he didn't expect to hear the next sentence: "I like you."
Four words that are both earnest and exceptionally well-behaved.
Zhou Yanchuan didn't feel anything for the first two seconds after hearing it, until his brain reacted and he heard something, and a fine, dense tingling sensation began to seep out from his heart, wave after wave.
Wen Jiu was unaware of the effect her words had on him; she simply didn't dare look at him after saying them.
I don't know how much time passed.
She couldn't take it anymore and whispered, "Why aren't you saying anything? What are you thinking about?"
“I’m thinking,” Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyes, his gaze deep but his tone soft, “how I can get you to steal a kiss from me later.”
Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her face immediately burned.
She stammered "I," but couldn't get the next word out.
Ultimately, she was too embarrassed to continue and ran away.
A breeze swept across her face, lifting the stray hairs that had fallen beside her ears.
Zhou Yanchuan reached out and grabbed the back of her collar.
Wen Jiu instinctively shrank her neck, thinking he was going to bring up the stolen kiss again: "I, I'm not... ready yet."
"No kissing," he said casually, with a hint of a smile, yet also a seductive undertone. "Didn't you want to hold hands? Want to?"
The girl's humble yet pure love finally saw the light of day that night.
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