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I felt my cheeks flush slightly, unable to meet his gaze and only able to lower my head to avoid it. My heart was filled with contradictions and confusion; I didn't know why I was reacting this way. Perhaps it was the fear of having my feelings exposed, the dread of revealing my inner thoughts. Or maybe it was the realization of my overreaction, leading to a sense of embarrassment and unease. I could only silently pray that he hadn’t noticed my awkwardness and discomfort.
Shen Yulin gazed at me intently, his eyes reflecting a kind of tenderness and concern. I felt the depth of his affection in his gaze, as if the entire world had stopped spinning, leaving just this space between him and me.
“Star,” he softly called my name, his voice carrying a gentle tone.
I lifted my head, striving to meet his eyes. In that moment, I felt an inexplicable flutter and excitement, as if the whole world was immersed in his gaze, unable to escape.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly, my voice tinged with a hint of regret. I realized that my reaction had been somewhat excessive, causing him distress and embarrassment.
He smiled slightly and shook his head gently. “It’s okay.”
“Star, can we write letters?” he asked before leaving after walking me home.
“Sure.”
“I hope to receive your first letter tomorrow at school.”
Sitting at my desk with a pen in hand, I was filled with anticipation and anxiety. This was the first time Shen Yulin and I would write letters to each other—a chance to express our inner thoughts and share our daily lives.
I closed my eyes gently, recalling our conversation from today with Shen Yulin, feeling a surge of various emotions within me. In my heart, his image shone like a bright star, radiating warmth that I found irresistible.
I picked up the pen and began to write on the paper. I told him about what happened at school today, sharing my feelings and thoughts. During the writing process, I experienced an inexplicable thrill and joy. Each time I transformed my emotions into words brought me an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness.
The next day at school, filled with excitement and anticipation, I secretly placed the finished letter in Shen Yulin's desk drawer. I carefully opened the drawer, gently slid the letter inside, then quietly closed it again, afraid of drawing unnecessary attention.
After a while, Shen Yulin arrived in the classroom. His presence seemed to bring a refreshing atmosphere to the room; classmates unconsciously turned to look at him, greeting him with bright smiles.
I sat silently in my seat, not daring to look up at him.
“Good morning, Star,” he greeted me as usual.
“Good morning.” I couldn’t meet his eyes; instinctively tightening my grip on the pen in my hand, I quickly replied before burying myself back in my books. The entire morning passed in a haze; I didn’t pay much attention to what the teacher was saying, feeling as if there were a pair of burning eyes watching me from behind. I began to regret writing this letter, doubting my decision and worrying whether my expression had been appropriate.
When the bell rang for morning dismissal, I finally mustered the courage to walk over to Shen Yulin's desk and glance at his drawer. However, the letter was already gone. It seemed he had received it; yet whether he had read its contents left me anxious and uneasy.
By the time afternoon dismissal came around, I still hadn’t received a reply from him. A deep sense of disappointment and helplessness surged within me. I had thought he would respond today or at least find an opportunity during break to tell me he received my letter, but instead there was only silence.
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