The traces Shen Moyu left on her lips had dried somewhat in the wind, but they were still deeply imprinted on Su Jinning's heart.
He hadn't had time to catch the part of his mind that had gone blank; he was just staring straight at Shen Moyu in front of him.
In that instant, his first instinct was to run.
Su Jinning took a step back, trying to escape the warmth that shouldn't belong to him, but the next second, his wrist was firmly grabbed.
Shen Moyu tilted her head to look at him, breathing heavily: "Trying to run away?"
Should we run?
Su Jinning suddenly clenched her fist.
But Shen Moyu tonight is truly captivating...
He presented the carefully prepared bouquet of flowers to Su Jinning. It was a bunch of red roses, seventeen in total, each one in full bloom, their upturned petals displaying their vibrant beauty, like the sunset on the horizon tonight.
But in the middle of all, there was a golden sunflower. It was the eighteenth flower that Shen Moyu had given to Su Jinning, representing Su Jinning's eighteen years of life, facing the sun and enjoying the gentle breeze.
Amidst the red roses, the flower heads rise upwards, receiving the afterglow of the setting sun.
The fragrant scent of flowers filled Su Jinning's nostrils, bringing her a sense of comfort.
The bouquet, held in Shen Moyu's fair hands, looked delightful no matter how you looked at it.
Shen Moyu suddenly became serious, stuffed the flowers into Su Jinning's hand, and then brought his face closer.
"Happy birthday, Ning Ge. This is my birthday present. It's absolutely reliable and I won't give you a refund or exchange."
The words, carried by a delightful fragrance, surrounded Su Jinning's ears. He was stunned for a long time, only managing to react slightly: "Send...send me?"
Will you give it to me? Will you give me yourself, the flowers, the sunset and the breeze tonight, all at once?
Shen Moyu chuckled, seemingly pleased with his achievement, but he couldn't suppress the love in his eyes.
The blazing sunset, like ink spread out by a poet, dampened the pure white clouds on the horizon, and slowly diffused into view.
The thin wisps of clouds on the horizon are like an elegant veil, gently covering the sunset glow and exuding a rich romantic atmosphere.
Shen Moyu stood in the afterglow, his smile like the sunset adorning the horizon. He parted his thin lips slightly: "Red roses represent passionate love, while sunflowers represent undying loyalty."
He paused, then said, "So today, I want to give myself to you, give you flowers, give you my unwavering passion until death, and be loyal to you."
"Brother Ning, I love you, every single day."
The bouquet, held in Su Jinning's hands, seemed like fragments of tenderness, gradually ignited by his words, instantly becoming scalding hot.
The tighter he gripped it, the more intense the burning sensation became.
He met Shen Moyu's gaze. Those eyes always held a sweet look, and if you gazed at them long enough, you could always read deep affection in them.
I almost cried; the love that had been bottled up inside me for so long burst forth in an instant.
Su Jinning's voice trembled: "You...since when..."
"Since when?" Shen Moyu interrupted him with a question, gently taking his trembling hand: "Perhaps it was the time we took a picture together under the cherry blossom tree."
The scene flashed before them in an instant, and Shen Moyu stared at him intently. He was wearing a pure white jersey, like a boy who had stepped out of Shen Moyu's dream. They were sitting under a cherry blossom tree, petals falling on his nose. The man gently picked up a petal, backlit, and smiled at him. Perhaps it was in that instant.
Su Jinning stared at him blankly, as if trying to read something in his eyes.
It turned out that the time they sat on the bench under the cherry blossom tree, just when he thought this endless unrequited love was about to begin.
The boy he had been longing for turned around and kissed him on the forehead.
The lip print was so light that he didn't even notice it.
Actually, I made a wish under the cherry blossoms, wishing that you would always be by my side.
Su Jinning laughed out loud, perhaps feeling embarrassed. He covered his eyes with his hands and suddenly cursed, "I'm so stupid..."
He was so stupid, so stupid that even though the person was right in front of him, he didn't have the courage to cup his face and gently kiss him.
Shen Moyu gently touched his face, then suddenly teased him, "What? Don't you like this gift?"
Su Jinning gently took his hand and kissed his fingertips: "I like you, but it's because I like you so much..."
It was because he liked it so much that he dared not touch it, and it was also because he liked it so much that he panicked when he finally got it.
Su Jinning wiped his face, forcing himself to remain calm as he looked into Shen Moyu's eyes: "Actually, I... I really did think about what to say when I confessed to you... but..." He paused for a long time, as if trying to recall: "But I really can't remember, I'm completely confused..."
He wrote many sweet words in the love letter, but caught his breath, he couldn't bring himself to say them.
He feared his words would be too elaborate for him to understand, and that they would sound too rambling and fail to express the depth of his love for him. He closed his eyes tightly, as if in guilt, "I really don't know what to say..."
"It's okay." Shen Moyu shook her head, gently cupped his face, looked at him earnestly, and said, "You don't need to say anything romantic. To me, you are the best romance."
You are my best romance, a passion that comes from afar, a lemon-flavored herbal tea in early summer, a blazing rose in my lonely years, a boy carrying the evening breeze under the setting sun, a gentle breeze passing through my hair, and a tender May.
You are a gift, a fleeting joy from my youth.
Su Jinning looked at him, her lips moving, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Shen Moyu hugged Su Jinning as if coaxing a child, tiptoed and kissed him on the brow, then smiled mischievously: "Why did you write so many sweet words in your love letter, but now you're crying?"
Su Jinning met his gaze in surprise, and suddenly remembered the love letter she had written the day before yesterday...
"You!" A blush spread across Su Jinning's cheeks again. His gaze swept erratically across Shen Moyu's face. "You saw it??"
Shen Moyu defied the odds and persisted without backing down: "I've seen it, and I really like it."
Su Jinning was almost laughing in anger. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Shen Moyu's waist, his expression somewhat helpless: "Peeping Tom."
“So…” Shen Moyu leaned closer, gently closing his eyes, “May I kiss your little peeping tom?”
Su Jinning didn't speak, but her gaze fell on his still rosy lips. She pulled him tightly into her arms and kissed him.
You confessed your feelings first, so I should take the initiative too.
Su Jinning licked Shen Moyu's lips, teasingly biting them gently.
This kiss was much more intense than the previous one. Su Jinning pinned him against the wall and kissed him with all her madness and infatuation.
He loved Shen Moyu, but because he loved her so much, he sealed that surging, turbulent love deep within his diary, hoping the yellowed pages would cover up his increasingly intense emotions. It seemed that in this way, he could make that passionate love disappear completely.
But he never expected that the boy hidden in his love letters, as pure and aloof as moonlight, would one afternoon personally open the diary, bring a bouquet of flowers from afar, and personally embrace his overflowing love.
Early summer lemons are cool and refreshing, leaves grow lush and wild, the sunset collides with youth, the romantic starry sky of June, my youth is unrestrained and high-spirited.
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A little bonus. [Su Jinning's love letter.]
To Shen Moyu.