September 3, 2023, Sunday, clear, 23 ~ 31℃.
The morning sunlight gently streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, gradually lighting it up.
Tang Song slightly opened his eyes, the lingering fragrance at the tip of his nose and the warm touch against his hand quickly bringing his thoughts into sharp focus.
Xu Qing was curled up in his arm, sleeping soundly.
Her long hair spread across the pillow, with a few strands playfully clinging to his face.
Tang Song glanced down at her, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting in a smile.
He had had a crush on Xu Qing since university.
After all, she was often a topic of discussion in the boys' dormitory, and her cosplay photos were widely circulated.
Of course, back then, he was still quite naïve, wholeheartedly focused on his first love.
Even with the school beauty Shen Yuyan, he only occasionally fantasized a bit.
The university represented a part of his mediocre past.
