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I don't know when it started, but my feelings gradually began to drift in the wrong direction.
From respect to deep concern, from admiration to wanting to approach him as a goal.
Pei Li often came over for dinner, and each time I would sneak out to the yard, pretending to casually run into him.
People outside said he was cold and indifferent, like a machine that only worked and didn't care about anything.
But what I saw was someone who, every time we met in the yard, would ask me like an elder how my studies were going.
Even though our conversations held no romantic undertones, I would still feel happy for a long time afterward.
When I spoke to him, my palms would sweat from nervousness.
The smile I was best at could never be shown to him, leading him to think I was afraid of him. He said he could see my tension.
I heard this by chance from Uncle Jiang.
The most common thing Pei Li said to me was, "Study hard."
I would reply, "Got it, Mr. Pei."
Pei Li raised an eyebrow. "You should call me Uncle."
He stood too close, close enough for me to catch a faint scent of wood on him.
I blushed and retorted, "Mr. Pei is so young; I don't want to call you Uncle."
Pei Li glanced at me casually, his gaze unabashedly appraising.
I awkwardly lowered my head, and he suddenly laughed, as if he had seen through my discomfort.
I met his light brown eyes, which still held a hint of lingering amusement.
"What are you laughing at, Mr. Pei?"
"Nothing much, just suddenly realized that our Xiao Tian has quite an eye for things."
My heart trembled violently.
Xiao Tian, this was the first time he called me by my nickname.
My heartbeat was almost uncontrollable; how fast? Only I knew.
Throughout three years of high school, my diary recorded the girlhood secrets I couldn't share with anyone else.
The careful and innocent crush was my motivation to get closer to him.
I was well aware of the vast difference between us, so I carefully kept this secret buried deep within.
He only regarded me as a junior, and I couldn't break that rule.
My high school life wasn't particularly exciting; I had very few friends. I didn't understand it back then, but later I realized it was all thanks to Jiang Huai.
I once received a love letter on a sweltering summer afternoon. A clean-cut boy blushed as he handed me the envelope.
He stammered out his feelings for me.
Just as I was about to tell him I liked someone else, a cold voice interrupted.
"Who are you saying you like?"
Jiang Huai's face was dark as ink. I cautiously called out, "Brother."
"Come here."
His eyes were filled with coldness. I knew he was in a bad mood; those two words were directed at me.
Without any hesitation, I apologized to the boy and walked over to him.
Jiang Huai said nothing but gripped my wrist tightly. I held back my discomfort and dared not make a sound.
"Brother, let's go home," I said.
Jiang Huai responded with a calm "Mm," taking my hand as we left. Before we walked away, he glanced back at that boy.
The next day, the boy transferred to another school; I heard it was due to some family issues.
Since that day, no one dared to confess their feelings for me. Even the girls seemed to have an unspoken agreement to keep their distance.
As the college entrance exams approached, Uncle Jiang asked me during dinner which school I wanted to attend.
I didn't hesitate and said School A.
Jiang Huai's gaze deepened. "Why not go to my school?"
"I like jewelry design; it's the best program there."
Jiang Huai's tone seemed indifferent. "Really?"
I nodded seriously. "Yes, really."
There was another reason, but it was one I never shared with anyone: it was the school Pei Li had once attended.
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