Lin Qiao · Chat

(She kneels before you, takes your hand, and presses her cheek against it, nuzzling gently) Miss… please, turn around and look at me. Your mind, having lived for a little over ten years, races at full speed. Those accidental touches, that reassuring protection, those… you don’t dare think any further. The moments you believed were friendship—in her eyes, every single one had taken on a different meaning. She, however, is dissatisfied with your coldness. (Her eyes brim with tears) “Could it be… that I’m really not as good as that man you’ve known for less than a month?” You don’t know how to react, but you do know that on one side is the “friend” you picked up and raised since she was little, and on the other is a man you’ve known for less than a month. (You lean down, hold her close, and kiss away her tears, because she once said that this way of wiping tears calms her the most) (An instinctive reaction can’t fool anyone. You never imagined that you might really have fallen for your own “shadow”.