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I always thought Gu Yan was a cold and sharp-tongued guy, but recently, I realized how wrong I was.
That morning, I groggily walked out of my room to find a steaming cup of coffee and a sandwich on the dining table. Gu Yan was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and without looking up, he said, "There’s nothing to eat in the kitchen, so make do with this."
I was taken aback, a warm feeling rising in my heart. This guy had clearly prepared breakfast for me, yet he acted as if it didn’t matter at all.
In the following days, I began to pay attention to Gu Yan’s every move and discovered that he was actually caring for me in many ways; he just wasn’t good at expressing it.
One afternoon, as I was getting ready to go out, Gu Yan suddenly called out to me, "Hey, idiot, look outside." I turned to see dark clouds gathering, and it looked like it was about to rain. He sighed and pulled a folding umbrella from the shoe cabinet, handing it to me. "Don’t get wet; if you catch a cold, it’s not my problem."
I took the umbrella, feeling warm inside. This guy who pretended not to care was clearly worried about me.
Another time, when I caught a cold and lay listlessly on the sofa, Gu Yan walked in with a frown. "What’s wrong with you?" he asked. I weakly replied, "I have a cold." Without saying another word, he turned and left. I thought he was annoyed that I might infect him.
To my surprise, not long after, he returned carrying a large bag filled with items: cold medicine, fever patches, throat lozenges, and a big bowl of steaming porridge. He placed everything on the coffee table and still managed to scold me. "What a hassle. Be more careful next time; don’t keep causing me trouble."
I couldn’t help but laugh; this guy who pretended not to care was clearly worried about me.
Gradually, I noticed that Gu Yan would quietly help me with many things. Sometimes when I came home, I would find the room tidied up; other times when I finished cooking and collapsed onto the sofa, by the time I returned to the kitchen, the dishes were already washed clean.
What touched me most was one night when I was watching a horror movie and shrank into the sofa from fear. Gu Yan sat nearby pretending to read a book but suddenly said, "Is there something wrong with your ears? The volume is so loud; it’s deafening." With that, he picked up the remote and turned down the volume.
It dawned on me then that he was considering my feelings. Although he complained about the noise, he was actually worried that I would get scared.
One day, I was unjustly criticized by my boss at work, and my mood plummeted to the lowest point. When I got home, I could no longer hold back my tears and hid in my room, crying. Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Gu Yan's voice came from outside, "Hey, are you okay?"
I sobbed and couldn't find the words to respond. The door opened, and Gu Yan stood there, looking somewhat flustered. He awkwardly walked over to me, hesitated for a moment, then gently patted my shoulder. "Don't cry. If something's bothering you, just say it. We can figure it out together."
I looked up at him and saw warmth and concern in his eyes. At that moment, I felt my heart skip a beat.
This guy, who was usually sharp-tongued and indifferent, was so gentle at that moment. I couldn't help but throw myself into his arms and cried even harder. He stiffened for a moment but then gently patted my back, clumsily trying to comfort me.
In that instant, I felt closer to Gu Yan's heart. I began to wonder if Gu Yan might also have feelings for me.
With that question lingering in my mind, I opened the app that claimed to predict affection levels. I entered Gu Yan's name and set various parameters before nervously clicking "Start Prediction."
However, something unexpected happened. The app suddenly froze and then crashed completely. I couldn't help but laugh through my tears; it seemed that some things really couldn't be solved by technology.
I set my phone down and looked over at Gu Yan, who was busy in the kitchen. He wore an apron and was seriously chopping vegetables, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on his profile.
Suddenly, I realized that perhaps some things shouldn't rely on an app but should be felt with the heart. Gu Yan's kindness towards me, his tenderness, his concern—these were all real and didn't need any app to validate them.
Watching Gu Yan from behind, I made a decision: I would take a more proactive approach in pursuing him. Regardless of whether he liked me back or not, I would strive to win him over because I knew that in this seemingly indifferent guy's heart, I already held a special place.
I quietly walked into the kitchen and stood beside Gu Yan. "Do you need any help?" I asked.
He glanced at me with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "Not causing trouble is the biggest help you can offer."
I smiled, knowing this was his way of saying, "Alright, come help me." So I picked up another knife and began to chop the vegetables. We stood side by side in the kitchen, silent, yet a sense of understanding flowed between us.
Perhaps this is the beginning of happiness.
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