Drenched in wind and rain, you come from the sea (11)

  Duanchen Liang sat sideways on the left end of the windowsill, his back leaning against the window frame. His left leg was flat on the windowsill, and his right leg was bent at a 90-degree angle, with his foot firmly planted on the sill. One hand rested idly on the knee of the bent leg, with long fingers occasionally twitching slightly.

  The cold moonlight spilled onto Duan Chenliang's clean and angular profile, as if it had been coated with a layer of frost, making him look even more icy and isolated.

  Lucy Yang walked closer to a cloth, suddenly tensed up, her hands didn't know where to put them, she softly called out again: "Duan Chenliang..."

  The young man remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard the soft call beside him, his gaze fixed on the clear and cold moon outside the window.

  Suddenly, Lucy Yang lost the courage to confront Duan Chenliang, and looking at his lonely and helpless back, she began to think that whether the photos on Tieba were real or not was no longer important.

  He is Duan Chen Liang, that excellent boy, the one who no matter how indifferent he was, left infinite warmth and light in her years.

  Lucy Yang's lips were firmly pursed, and in her heart, she repeatedly confirmed. That's right, you are the handsome young man living in my heart, the warm spring that I can see as soon as I open my eyes, the sunshine that warms me wherever I go, the dream that I tightly hold in my hand day after day.

  None of this has anything to do with your sexual orientation.

  Lucy Yang's mood suddenly became less heavy and more cheerful. She quietly gazed at the person sitting on the left end of the windowsill, lightly tiptoeing to the right end of the window, her hands placed on the windowsill, her face upturned, the moonlight illuminating her serene countenance, she slightly curved the corners of her mouth, recalling the scene of the two of them in the alley last time: "So this is what you meant by 'small black house'."

  At this time, Duan Chenliang slowly turned his head, and when he saw that the girl who appeared in front of him was Lucy Yang, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

  Duan Chenliang quietly gazed at the side of Lucy's face, only to see her mouth corners slightly raised. The moonlight softened her contours, and when the evening breeze swept by, it lifted the hair strands beside her ears, and her smile suddenly rippled across her face.

  "Why did you come here?" After a while, Duan Chenliang withdrew his foot from the windowsill and leaned his head against the window frame, gazing at Lucy Yang with a careless expression.

  "Because... I like you, so please allow me to approach you in the name of love and delight you."

  But the words in her heart were never spoken out.

  As she met Duan Chenliang's gaze, she quickly lowered her eyelids and pretended to naturally prop herself up on the windowsill with both hands. Then, with a burst of strength, she pushed herself upwards, placing her feet on the windowsill and squatting down to sit on it. However, her sitting posture was completely different from Duan Chenliang's. Her legs dangled outside the window, i.e., on the balcony, and her two slender arms hung naturally between her legs.

  Lucy Yang slightly turned her head and imitated Duan Chenliang's tone to answer, "Because... I wasn't in a good mood, so I came."

  "Still unhappy about coming in first?" Duan Chenliang asked back, a hint of incredulous smile playing on the corners of his mouth, faint and elusive.

  Lucy Yang felt surprised, he actually knew she got first place!

  "Didn't you also get first place? But you're in a bad mood just like me!" Lucien Yang tried his best to suppress the joy in his heart, making an effort to look as natural as possible.

  She had tried so hard for so long and finally could use words like "also" and "you and I are the same" in their conversations.

  Is it just like this, so we can get closer, and the distance won't be too far apart?