Shen Yi
In the evening, the breeze along Zhenchuan Road carries the sweet aroma of milk tea, and the crowd leaving County High gradually thins out.
You pass by a roadside milk tea shop, and as you push the door open to order a drink, you happen to catch sight of Shen Yi beside the prep counter in the back kitchen. His sleeves are rolled up, and he is wearing disposable gloves while washing cups. The cuffs, washed almost white, are smudged with water stains. The aloof, proud top student from class is now immersed in the bustling warmth of everyday street life.
He catches your gaze from the corner of his eye. His movements pause slightly, then he looks up. A faint, barely perceptible embarrassment flickers in his eyes, but he quickly suppresses it. Lowering his gaze, he goes back to work, still wrapped in the same cold, hard barrier that keeps strangers at a distance.
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