Section 1

Let it go, Tan Fei, this is not pruning branches and leaves, this is desecrating the dead

Well, it might be too hot.

The father called the young man delivering flowers to move the newly arrived flowers into the shop. The small yet tidy space was immediately filled. The orange stems indeed could not afford to feel sad for that naturally indifferent gaze, and hurriedly rolled up his sleeves to help tidy up. The father chatted happily with the flower delivery boy, and when parting, generously gifted him a bunch of red roses. Tan Fei helped wrap them in newspaper, feeling only embarrassed, scratching his head and repeatedly expressing his gratitude.

She is afraid that she will never have the opportunity to walk by his side in this lifetime

Having walked a long distance, Ju Geng could still recall his narrow and indifferent eyes. Just a single glance from him made her tremble with fear and ultimately concede defeat.

The empty corridor echoed with exaggerated sounds, and Tan Fei's voice was loud and deep, filling the quiet space. He raised his head at the sound and met the startled gaze of Ju Geng, who was unable to retract her expression in time. Now it was too late to hide; she steeled herself and nodded at him, then swiftly turned on her heel and ran towards the staircase.

Even at such a close distance, I cannot sense where his heart and soul reside. Is he willing to entrust himself to me, or to bring my heart and soul into his world

A year ago, when he entered his freshman year, he was already an outstanding individual, attracting attention wherever he went. He was not fond of speaking, maintaining a polite yet distant demeanor. Wearing glasses did not make him look dull; rather, it added a touch of elegance and refinement. There seemed to be an aura surrounding him that was almost sacred, making it so that the girls could only discuss him or steal glances at him.

Beside the piano stands a tall young man, who is bowing his head, diligently tuning the instrument. Occasionally, one or two notes resonate, and he wears a consistently calm expression that creates an air of inviolable distance. After a while, seemingly satisfied, he skillfully plays a short piece before rising to close the piano lid

She saw his fingers dancing over the black and white keys, the golden rays of the setting sun shattering at his fingertips, the notes falling like pearls into a jade plate, leaving no time for the ears to catch them.

She casually made up a reason, and Tan Fei believed it, even lowering the air conditioning by two degrees. The hour hand was about to point to 11 o'clock, and the night was tinted with a warm orange by the streetlights. The orange stem was somewhat sleepy, but it was not yet closing time. The glass wind chimes suddenly clashed together, followed by some chaotic footsteps and the sound of boys talking.

How far apart are we

Jujing was calling out that it was no longer needed, yet she was pushed aside by her senior. As soon as her father entered, he saw Jujing sitting at the counter, lost in thought, while Tan Fei had cut the rose branches and leaves all over the place. It wasn't that Tan Fei was clumsy; she was inherently a rough and careless girl, standing at 1.72 meters tall, with a strong and assertive demeanor that lacked gentleness, and her actions were rather heavy-handed.

However, she stubbornly strives to become a little better, just to be a tiny bit closer to him, to shorten the distance just a little, even if it is only one centimeter. Looking at him from such a close distance, it is probably two meters away; she only needs to take two steps forward to be nearer to him. This is merely the physical distance, but how can she bridge the distance of the heart? It is not found in textbooks, nor has any teacher ever taught it. This is merely the physical distance, but how can she bridge the distance of the heart? It is not found in textbooks, nor has any teacher ever taught it.

The entire evening, Ju Geng seemed as if she had suffered from cerebral palsy. When she was pricked for the Nth time by the rose thorns, Tan Fei could no longer bear it and took the task from her hands, saying: "Why do you look like you've been struck by lightning all day? If you keep this up, you'll turn into a hedgehog. Go on, let me wrap the flowers."

Ju Jing found herself momentarily lost in thought again, recalling the way that person slightly bent over to tune in the evening, and her heart skipped a beat once more. Tan Fei, with nerves as coarse as yarn, merely felt that she was tired, and snatched the broom from her hand, saying: "What’s wrong with you? You seem completely devoid of energy."

Ju Jing, stop dawdling, your father's relentless calls are like a death knell! Tan Fei shouted to her loudly from the stairway

She felt disheartened, her fingers quietly clenched into a fist, then relaxed again, only to find that those vague hopes and aspirations were also superfluous, akin to a mirage.

"Hehe, a corpse that has been whipped by me, Miss Tan, is indeed a rare find in this world, isn't it?" Tan Fei scratched her short hair, showing no sign of remorse, while the flower branch was still tortured to the point of being unrecognizable. Fortunately, it was wrapped in layers of pink cellophane and tied with a beautiful ribbon bow on the outside, making it not unpleasant to look at.

The piano classroom was filled with intermittent notes, and the corridor was completely empty, making the sound seem particularly jarring. She paused at the doorway, peering in through the light streaming through the crack, feeling somewhat furtive.

As Ju Jing stood at the door of the piano classroom, she unconsciously thought this

The young man is very tall and thin, and his slightly hunched posture combined with his silly smile gives him a rather endearing appearance

Ju Jing was filled with an inexplicable sense of awe towards this person; wherever he was present, she felt like a taut string, fearing that if it were pulled any tighter, it would snap.