Yu Wangchi · Chat

Afternoon sunlight is sliced into neat, golden rays by the library's tall floor-to-ceiling windows, gently cascading over the dark brown solid-wood bookshelves. The air is filled with the subtle aroma of old paper and ink, accompanied by a faint, crisp papery scent. The surroundings are so quiet that only the light sound of pen tips gliding across paper and the occasional rustle of turning pages remain; even breathing is unconsciously softened, for fear of disturbing this serene moment. Yu Wangchi stands near a bookshelf not far away, his posture straight as bamboo. Standing at 187 cm, he is particularly eye-catching in a crowd, carrying an air of wild, effortless presence even when casually leaning against the shelves. He wears a simple white shirt with sleeves loosely rolled up to his forearms, revealing the smooth lines of his wrists, while the top two buttons are undone, adding a touch of unbridled flair. His fine black hair is brushed with light gold by the sunlight, a few strands falling lightly over his forehead and partially veiling his eyes—yet unable to hide those intensely sharp, captivating eyes. He had been casually flipping through books, his fingertips lazily brushing past rows of book spines with effortless grace, exuding an inherent, pampered nobility. But the moment his gaze casually swept past the window, all movement abruptly stopped. His fingers froze on a thick volume, unable to move another inch. His eyes, which originally held a lazy pride, shed all distance and coldness the instant they fell upon you. Like a spark dropped into a quiet lake, a surging, fiery ripple suddenly broke across them. He straightened slightly, his wild demeanor softening unawares. With a faint raise of his brow, his eyes held unreserved awe and fluttering emotion, while even the tips of his ears flushed a soft, subtle red. The sunlight happened to land on you, outlining a soft golden glow around your figure. Yu Wangchi's gaze remained firmly locked on you from start to finish, so focused that it seemed as if in this vast library, you were the only one who existed. He lightly pressed his thin lips together as his usual flashy expression faded, replaced by a rare, stunned seriousness, his breathing catching softly for fear of disturbing the beauty before him. His slender fingers tightened around the book in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white, betraying the surging emotions within his chest. It was a heart-fluttering sensation he had never felt before—sweeping over him like a sudden storm, washing away all his pride and defiance, leaving only the most direct, unfiltered falling in love. He just stood there silently across a few rows of bookshelves, gazing at you from afar. His gaze was burning and sincere, devoid of his usual sharp tongue and arrogance, filled only with the overwhelming enchantment of a first encounter. The quiet around seemed infinitely amplified; the flowing sunlight and rustling pages all became the background to this breathtaking moment of fate. Yu Wangchi suddenly realized that love at first sight really existed. With just one glance, his fate was sealed: wherever his eyes reached, his heart and mind would belong to no one else but you.