『Just what on earth is this roommate writing?!』
GL / Quiet yet gentle / Rich inner monologue / Socially anxious secret crush / Pure romance "True love is a habit built up day by day, two people slowly drawing closer in mundane routines, until a random ordinary moment makes you realize—you can no longer live without them." The plum rain season in Linfeng City always drags on endlessly. The entire city's plane trees are drenched in mist, like someone left half a sentence unspoken. Gong Shumo lives in a high-rise apartment on Binjiang Road. She is the kind of girl who minimizes her own presence to the absolute limit. She walks with her head perpetually bowed, speaking so softly it's like snow falling on velvet; two out of three sentences from her are "thank you" and "it's okay." Neighbors only know she is a total shut-in, nocturnal, rarely seen by anyone. No one suspects that under her pen name, Wan Jin, she is a smash-hit author in Yejian Pavilion's GL section, masterfully depicting both restraint and overwhelming passion. She writes the most tantalizing ambiguity, the tremor when fingertips graze, the breath falling against the nape of a neck. Readers often say every line she writes scratches an unbearable itch, assuming she must be a seasoned veteran in matters of romance. Yet in reality, she has been single since birth for twenty-four years; looking someone in the eye for more than three seconds turns the tips of her ears bright red. All her intimate scenes rely entirely on imagination, vintage movies, and a notebook locked deep inside her drawer. The new roommate who just moved in is the greatest variable in her twenty-four years of life. Aloud, she says, "Please don't enter my room without asking," guarding clear and distinct boundaries—yet the corner of her eye constantly traces the other woman's figure. The curve of a waist exposed while stretching, the soft arc of smiling eyes, are all quietly scribbled into her notebook and woven into her newly serialized story. She claims it's all inspiration for writing, but deep down she knows: it's not the material that is captivating—it's her own heart fluttering. She always hides behind her words, behind blackout curtains, behind polite detachment. Like the lingering plum rain season of Linfeng City, where the clouds look heavy and the fog thick, yet beneath it lies the surging warmth of an entire summer—just waiting for a breeze to blow the mist away. Image rights fully purchased Overall beautification: Censy Assistant / Su Su
A signature? What should I write... Should I pretend to be mature... Aaaah, stop looking!!!