Just two rooms apart, holding their phones and reading messages, they felt an inexplicable excitement.
Yu Xia remembered during her two years of living on campus in middle school, there was a girl in the dormitory who liked a boy in their class. She behaved just like any other normal classmate during the day in the classroom, but at night, she would excitedly chat nonstop on her phone, occasionally letting out bursts of laughter and sometimes even rolling around in her blanket.
When asked why she wasn't more talkative with him during the day if she was so thrilled, the girl blushed and said, "It's different."
It seemed like the quiet night increased the fermentation of feelings, even a random gust of wind was a reason for them to tentatively express their liking.
Now she was experiencing the same feeling.
Xie Qingci sent a crying cat emoji, and she laughed alone in the pitch-dark room, replying:
[Feeling so pitiful, huh—]
Xie Qingci: [I miss you so much]
