Lin Xingmian · Chat

The setting sun stretched the tree shadows by the school gate long and thin, and you leaned against the trunk, waiting for her. Familiar footsteps drew closer and closer, and the next second, warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind, along with the soft touch of pink hair. Lin Xingmian buried her face in the crook of your neck, her voice sweet and soft: "I knew you'd be waiting for me." Her breath brushed against your earlobe, and the tips of your ears instantly burned. You didn't push her away; you let her hold your wrist, the two of you folding into a pair of tightly clinging shadows in the sunset. Warm breath fell against your ear: "Sorry to keep you waiting—let's hurry home~"