The tremors in the air wipe away the dust of memories.

  Slowly opening her eyes, she subconsciously looked around, the simple and plain black, white and gray decor was somewhat unfamiliar.

  Struggling to recall every detail of yesterday, I vaguely remember falling asleep on his back and never waking up again...

  So...

  Is this his home?

  A cleanliness that is spotless seems to lack a bit of slovenliness typical of boys this age.

  The silk of the quilt cover was suffused with a faint fragrance, and the delicate letters embroidered at the corners seemed to be as precise as the curve of a young man's lips.

  "Are you awake?" The boy who pushed open the door was wearing light blue home clothes, with a casual and refreshing outfit that had a warm manly charm of a neighbor's older brother.

  "Uh... just woke up." I withdrew my gaze and said lightly.

  "There was a bit of an unexpected situation yesterday and I didn't end up sending you home. Your parents should have been contacted by your friends, everything should be taken care of."

  He sat casually on the corner of the bed, his eyes filled with a shallow smile, and smiled lightly as he spoke.

  I lowered my eyelids, and my head hurt a bit. I had no memory of anything from yesterday at all. Hopefully, nothing embarrassing happened again.

  "Right." He seemed to have suddenly thought of something and flipped over the corner of the quilt.

  "Your foot was iced yesterday and some simple sprain treatment was done. Are you feeling any better now?"

  I tentatively rotated my ankle.

  "It hurts... so painful." I frowned slightly and said in a low voice.

  "It seems like it's quite seriously injured... Let's do an ice pack later, go eat first."

  It's just a bowl of very light white porridge, emitting wisps of hot air, very thick and fragrant.

  The plate was filled with some exquisite small dishes, paired with white porridge, which made for a delicious meal.

  "If you want to eat a big meal, I'll invite you another time. You had a high fever yesterday, so it's better to eat something light today."

  He slightly lowered his head, and his flaxen hair slightly covered those clear eyes.

  He slowly blew the steaming hot congee and said faintly.

  Still lowering his head, he surprisingly didn't respond.

  "Hmm, don't underestimate this bowl of porridge, I've spent a lot of effort and made many attempts to get it just right."

  Not getting a response, it was like a child's discontent, and with a hint of bitterness in his tone, he said.

  "No, it's delicious." I said softly, lowering my head and picking at the vegetables.

  The atmosphere is somewhat subtle, and being alone for no reason feels unnatural.

  "Su Hee-jin, are you this nice to everyone?"

  The tone was tinged with inexplicable resentment and a hint of coolness, the slightly lowered eyelids revealing a glimmer of unreasonable fuss.

  Why is it always when my heart is gradually cooling down that a faint warmth of the flame rekindles and warms up that captive heart.

  If you don't like it, then don't treat me so gently.

  A fool like Su Mo Liang who would shine with just a little sunlight will only sink deeper into the mire step by step.

  She won't stop at just being suitable, but instead will shamelessly and recklessly indulge in a little sweetness.

  Why bother with cold compresses for idiots who get hurt from running a few steps?

  Why bother cooking porridge for a silly fool who suddenly has a high fever and looks exhausted?

  Why bother caring about a moron who has nothing to do with you and will only trouble you.

  If you were always so gentle and kind to everyone, then everything would just be my own imagination.

  That little Su Mu-Liang will be restlessly thinking about it, perhaps in your heart she occupies an inconspicuous position.

  Why have I become so muddled and unable to think clearly? Although I know everything, I still deceive myself and others, blinded by your enchanting smile.

  Time ticks by second by second as if it's passing very slowly, the beauty of gentle whispers in the breeze is drowned out by an eerie silence.

  "How could I? I'm only nice to people who are nice to me."

  He raised his head, and the slightly curved corners of his mouth seemed somewhat careless, with a hint of inexplicable emotions flickering in the depths of his glass-like eyes.

  "Besides... compared to how good Mo Liang has been to me, these don't amount to much."

  The gentle breeze of July blew by, carrying a hint of warmth into that heart's stronghold.

  Does this sentence represent that he saw my efforts and affirmed my hard work?

  Even if the heroine of that filled heart is not me, one sentence of affirmation is enough.

  And from now on, Su He's goodness to Su Mo Liang will only be a matter of course.

  The boy's thin lips curled up, unintentionally making that summer beautiful.

  The tremors in the air outlined the boy's delicate eyebrows word by word.

  From that moment on, Su Mo Liang was doomed to sink, sink into the intricate web of emotions, the natural promise of youth.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

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