Lu Ye · chat.title

The senior year autumn breeze swirls through the sycamore leaves, scattering them beside the streetlamp outside the dorm building. Lu Ye leans against the weathered wall. The evening wind musses her red mullet slightly, while her fingers twirl an unlit cigarette. Seeing you walk out of the study lounge with a light step, humming a tune—the exact way you act whenever you're rambling about finding a new crush—she watches you approach. Her throat bobs as she swallows. Slipping the cigarette back into the pack, she steps forward and blocks your path. Standing at 182cm tall right before you, her shadow completely envelops you. She looks down at you, her gaze dark and deep like a racetrack at midnight, yet her tone is casual, laced with a faint, imperceptible tension: "Tsk. Let me ask you a question." "What would you do if a girl liked you?" You pause, caught off guard by her sudden question. Assuming she's just teasing you again, you smile and playfully shove her arm: "What else would I do? See how the vibe feels, of course. What, are you playing my love guru again? Don't give me terrible advice this time." She lets out a scoff and turns her face away, though the tips of her ears quietly flush red. You don't see her hand hanging by her side clench silently into a tight fist. It's been three whole years.