At the beginning of the new academic year in senior three, Zheng Wei and her roommates were about to move from their original dormitory to the school's newly built female dormitory building. Her luggage was always the most, and Chen Xiao Zheng naturally became a porter for her. On that day, the school allowed boys to enter the girls' dormitory under the supervision of the dorm mother. Chen Xiao Zheng saw the true face of 402 Lushan for the first time. As soon as he arrived, Ruan Ruan let out a sigh of relief and said, "Now that you're here, this mess is all yours."

  "Zheng Wei, don't tell me that the messiest bed in the dorm is yours." Chen Xiao Zheng pointed to one of the beds and asked. As expected, he got the answer he had anticipated from her awkward laughter, and couldn't help but sigh, "Details reflect a person's attitude towards life, can't you be more organized?"

  "There is order in chaos, there is order in chaos." Zheng Wei said perfunctorily.

  He resignedly helped her pack, Zheng Wei busily ran errands, and was quite diligent. When they were sorting out the small trunk in front of her bed, a not-so-new copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" fell out, Chen Xiao picked it up and held it in his hand, "You're still at the stage where you read this kind of stuff, and you even put it on your bedside."

  "Give it to me, give it to me, I'll take it."

  He didn't hand it over to her in a hurry, flipped through it and casually said, "I didn't read this kind of fairy tale book when I was young, can I borrow it to take a look?"

  His sentence was just a symbolic courtesy, just a book, what's wrong with lending it to him, but Zheng Wei suddenly fell silent. He didn't know that this book meant more than just "Andersen's Fairy Tales" to her, representing all the memories of Lin Jing and Xiao Fei Long, belonging only to the two of them. Lin Jing left without a word, he was the most important person in her growth process, but now she has nothing but this book.

  "Can't it be? I just asked casually." Chen Xiao Zheng was somewhat surprised, but didn't make things difficult for her, closing the book and handing it back to her.

  Zheng Wei bit her lower lip, and suddenly felt very conflicted in her heart. However, Lin Jing had already abandoned her and their memories. Ah Zheng was now the person she liked the most, and she was willing to share everything with him, let alone a book.

  "What's the point of giving it to me? If you want to read it, just take it, but remember to return it to me. This book has been with me for many years."

  He smiled and put the book into his own coat pocket, continuing to act as her porter. After moving into a beautiful and spacious new dormitory, it was naturally another busy scene.

  The next day was Saturday, Zheng Wei and Chen Xiao Zheng made an appointment to go to the book market together. The book market is different from a bookstore, with more books and a wider variety, and the prices are also more favorable than those in a bookstore, making it most attractive to students who have time but not much money. When they went out, Ruan Ruan reminded her to come back a little earlier, as they had agreed to go out together in the afternoon to eat hot pot and celebrate their collective "new home joy". Zheng Wei promised and left excitedly, because before this, she and Ah Zheng had only gone to and from school together, and he didn't like going for walks or to parks. This time going to the book market could be said to be their first formal off-campus date.

  It was this time that he made her wait from 8:30 to 10:30 at the school auditorium entrance, and when he finally arrived late with a hint of apology, she repeatedly told herself in her heart not to get angry, don't ruin such a rare day. However, she still couldn't put on a happy face, so she covered her ears and said, "I don't want to hear your excuses, you're the king of tardiness! If you do this again next time, I won't talk to you!" He saw that she was like this and chose not to explain anymore.

  Her bad mood came and went quickly, not long after getting on the bus, she started laughing and joking again. He was originally a man of few words, but today he was even more unexpectedly silent. She told several jokes, making herself laugh so hard that she doubled over, but he remained expressionless. After arriving at the book market, he said she talked too much, disturbing him from finding books, suggesting they split up and act separately. Although she was not happy about it, there was nothing she could do, so they each went their own way.

  At this time, Zheng Wei had some awareness that his emotions were a bit off, and today's coldness had exceeded the normal range. However, she couldn't understand where the problem lay, nor could she find a solution. She also tried asking him, "A Zheng, is there something unhappy?" He denied it without thinking. As a result, she was even more confused, and she herself became depressed.

  The unpleasant mood reached its peak on the way back, and they stood face to face in the crowded bus, not saying a word. Zheng Wei was thinking about whether she had offended him unknowingly, because Chen Xiao was not an unreasonable person, nor was he stingy. His unhappiness must have been caused by something, she thought absent-mindedly, even when someone next to her kept pushing against her. Finally, Chen Xiao pulled her hard and dragged her behind him. Zheng Wei felt pain and said discontentedly, "What's wrong with you?" But Chen Xiao ignored her and scolded a middle-aged man who was originally standing behind her, "You're so old and still taking advantage of this kind of situation, it's really despicable!"

  That middle-aged man with a sanctimonious face wanted to retort, but seeing Chen Xiao's stern and unyielding expression, he knew that although he was young, he wasn't someone to be trifled with. He could only mutter a few words, "It's all just a misunderstanding." Chen Xiao didn't look at him again, and when they reached the next stop where they needed to transfer, as soon as the doors opened, he pulled Zheng Wei, who was bright red in the face, off the bus.

  The place where they got off the bus was still a few minutes' walk from the transfer location. He walked a few steps, then let go of her hand and strode forward quickly. Zheng Wei hurried to catch up with him, holding onto his arm, "Why are you ignoring me?"

  He snorted and shook her off, "Stop pulling and tugging."

  Zheng Wei had been holding back her temper for a whole day, and with this one flick, it suddenly burst out, "What's wrong with you? If there's something that's not making you happy, just say it. How am I supposed to know what's wrong if you don't say anything?"

  He ignored her, but she was a stubborn woman who wouldn't take this lying down. She pushed him hard from behind. He turned around helplessly and said angrily, "Don't you have any brains? No sense of self-protection at all? Why didn't I see your bravery earlier?"

  Zheng Wei's anger rose from the heart, "Even if it was for what happened earlier, did you deserve to do this? Was that my intention?! Chen Xiao Zheng, I hate people like you who hide and conceal everything. You're not even arguing with me about what happened earlier, if you have the guts then lay out the facts clearly. If things continue like this, I really can't take it."

  He looked at her coldly without saying a word.

  Zheng Wei was furious. She had been holding it in for a long time and couldn't take it anymore. "Not speaking up is one thing, but to keep things bottled up inside without even the courage to speak out, what kind of man are you?"

  His eyelids drooped, and he softened his voice. "Forget it, I was wrong. I wasn't angry with you, just my own mood is bad. Let's go back, don't quarrel on the street." After finishing speaking, he reached out to pull her, but this time she pushed him away. "You want to turn your face then turn your face, say it's nothing then it's nothing. You still won't give a reason, who do you think I am?"

  "Come back with me and we'll talk about it." He said, enduringly, pulling her hand again, she stood still on the spot.

  "You won't leave, then forget it." He walked forward alone, took a few steps and turned back, pulled out her copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" from his pocket, and handed it back to her. "By the way, I've finished reading this book, here you are, thanks."

  Until he disappeared in the crowd of the bustling district, Zheng Wei still didn't dare to believe that he had really left her alone on the street. She wanted to call out to him, but tears flowed out before she could open her mouth, and she could only squat on the spot, sobbing. The whole street was filled with people coming and going in a hurry, and in the most prosperous area of the city, young Zheng Wei felt piercing loneliness for the first time.

  She buried her head in her knees and wept silently until she had no more tears to shed, still tightly clutching that book of Andersen's Fairy Tales. Why didn't the fairy tales say what the princess should do after the prince left? She instinctively felt that this book was the root of all her problems, and suddenly thought of it, quickly flipping through the pages again and again. Finally, on one page, she found a small photo, in which 17-year-old Zheng smiled brightly and innocently, with Lin Jing smiling beside him, his arm around her shoulder.

  A door in her memory suddenly opened, it was the last time she took a photo with Lin Jing, at the temple fair in their hometown. The lively and joyful atmosphere behind them only served as a backdrop to highlight the loving young couple in the photo. At that time, Zheng Wei had no idea what the word "sorrow" tasted like. The photo was taken by a passerby using Lin Jing's camera, but not long after, he left for America, so she never got to see this photo. This book of Andersen's Fairy Tales, which she brought back from Lin Jing's dormitory, had been placed on her bedside all along, and she didn't even have the courage to flip through it, let alone think that he would put it between the pages.

  She mechanically flipped through the photos, behind which was a familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting style, "My little dragon - LJ 19XX February X". He practiced Liu's calligraphy and wrote excellent penmanship, even his steel pen characters had a lot of flavor. How could she not remember this handwriting? She blankly hugged the photo and book to her chest, still unsure whether it was joy or sorrow. Once thought that they would be together forever, but in the end, he silently left for a foreign land, abandoning his little dragon? Just like Ah Zheng abandoned her on the street.

  She suddenly had an epiphany, could this be the reason for his gloominess? He saw this photo and got angry? Was he jealous? Could the cold and unemotional Chen Xiao Zheng be jealous of her? She herself didn't dare to confirm.

  But why did he prefer to keep it in his heart rather than asking her directly? If she had found such a photo among his belongings, she would have asked him about it without hesitation. Unfortunately, he wasn't her. She asked herself how she would answer if he confronted her directly, saying that the photo was a misunderstanding? No, she wouldn't say that. She would tell him that the person in the photo was someone she had deeply liked before, and even though that person had left without a word, he remained one of the most important people in her heart. This was a memory she couldn't and didn't want to erase. Now, however, Xiaolong's wholehearted love and desire for a lifelong partner were only for Chen Xiao Zheng. She wouldn't deceive someone she loved.

  Many times, Zheng Wei herself felt strange, why she could love Ah Zheng so quickly after losing Lin Jing. Was her feeling for Lin Jing that unbearable? In fact, over the years, she often thought of Lin Jing, wondering if he was doing well in America, would he be lonely? She had liked him, and he was closer to her than her own family members, so after a brief period of resentment, she didn't resent him, but instead felt concern and couldn't let go of the fact that he left without saying goodbye. She couldn't say that her feelings for Lin Jing were a misunderstanding. However, if the person who went to America was Ah Zheng - she didn't even dare think about it, but one thing was certain, she would hate him, never forgive him in this lifetime!

  Unfortunately, he didn't ask - if he really cared about this matter, he wouldn't have given her a chance to explain. Zheng Wei wiped away the remaining tears on her face and stood up, sniffled, and headed in the direction of going back. She was slightly directionally challenged, and with so many similar intersections, she ended up walking in circles before finally finding the bus station.

  About five minutes later, Chen Xiao Zheng rushed back to the original place, panting and out of breath. He couldn't see any sign of Zheng Wei anymore. Defeated, he clenched his fists tightly. She had left alone, something he never thought would happen, and it turned out that he was also afraid when she didn't wait for him at the agreed spot.

  Yes, he was very upset. When he inadvertently saw that photo for the first time in his life, he tasted a sour taste. His Zheng Wei was smiling so sweetly in another person's arms. It's actually such an old-fashioned plot, but only those who have experienced it understand the aftertaste. He knew that when this photo was taken, Zheng Wei shouldn't have known him yet. Although the two people in the photo were intimate, with one arm around each other's shoulders, it could also be a gesture between close relatives or good friends. Even if there were words like "my little dragon" behind them, it could only prove that it was her past, an uncontrollable past of hers.

  He completely believed that the Zheng Wei he had was more than the person in the photo, from the basketball court under the moonlight to their later intimacy, her confusion and awkwardness were not pretenses. What exactly hurt Chen Xiao's high self-esteem was when she gave him the book, that treasured yet hesitant gaze, or the true calmness in the eyes of that boy called "LJ"? That kind of calmness from the heart was what Chen Xiao yearned for but couldn't possess, he was proud, he was calm, but he uniquely lacked this calm nature - that is, the innate self-confidence. He even noticed that the person had a pair of slender and beautiful hands, such hands were so similar to Zheng Wei's, only people who grew up in good living environments would have such hands.

  Last night, he stared at this photo and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He didn't know where the owner of this photo had gone. If that person was still around, would Chen Xiaozheng be the one owning Little Fei Long now? Would he be able to take better care of her than that person? Could he prevent her from suffering because of him? He felt desperate about his own uncertainty and discovered that he was so cowardly that he didn't even have the courage to ask her. His last resort was to be cold towards her, making himself believe that she wasn't that important in his heart.

  It turns out that even this won't work.