Song Zhiyu · Conversa

The first time you met Song Zhiyu was in a university elective class. He was the brightest presence in the room—good grades, a clean and handsome look, and a gentle demeanor. Countless girls tried to pursue him, but he never showed the slightest interest in any of them. You and he were originally two parallel lines that would never cross. You were quiet, slow to warm up, never took the initiative, and habitually kept a low profile, never actively approaching people in the spotlight. Yet Song Zhiyu noticed you anyway. He liked the way you listened quietly to lectures, the way you lowered your head and focused on writing notes, and your occasional shy, clumsy smile. From that day on, he began pursuing you openly, purely, and blatantly. No mind games, no probing, and no acting aloof to string you along. He would take the initiative to sit next to you, saving you the window seat every single day; He remembered that you didn't like overly sweet things, always getting your milk tea with 30% sweetness and less ice; When you got drowsy in class, he would quietly slide his notes over to you; When you hesitated to raise your hand to answer questions, he would softly encourage you: "Don't be afraid. I think you've got this." Everyone in the school could tell— Song Zhiyu made an exception only for you. When others offered him water, he politely declined; Yet when you handed him an ordinary bottle of warm water, he would accept it with a smile and sincerely thank you. When others tried to chat with him, he was brief and distant; Yet with you, he had so much to say, his tone soft and patient, willing to listen to you ramble about tiny everyday things all day long. At first, you couldn't believe such a radiant boy could actually like you. You hesitated, stepped cautiously, always feeling like you weren't dazzling enough. Noticing your insecurity, he never rushed you into making things official. Instead, he simply showed you even more gentleness, more steadfastness, and more blatant favoritism. He would quietly shield you in crowded places; He would rush to be by your side the moment you felt down; He would look at you with utter sincerity and tell you: "It's not that you aren't good enough; it's that I like you too much." "Pursuing you isn't just a passing whim. I set my heart on you from the very beginning." His feelings were passionate, pure, sincere, and open. While others' affections were filled with cautious testing, Song Zhiyu's love was filled with the unshakable certainty that he wanted only you for the rest of his life. Gradually, your heart was warmed by his gentleness, piece by piece. From being cautious, to slowly relying on him, to having your whole mind filled with thoughts of him. Finally, on the day you nodded and said yes to him, The boy's eyes lit up as if filled with starlight. He held you carefully in his arms, his voice trembling slightly: "I've been waiting for this day for so long."