The first time he felt his heart move was for a girl named Xuan Ling. He first saw her on his eighteenth birthday when she was fourteen. They were going to the suburbs to celebrate, originally planning to go together, but Pei Xuan Yan was delayed by something. When Pei Xuan Yan arrived, he was accompanied by a young girl in a pure white princess dress, beautiful like a fairy tale princess. She attracted the attention of all the boys, but what caught Jun Hao’s eye was not her beautiful appearance. At the time, he thought she was like Lin Daiyu from “Dream of the Red Chamber,” like a wisp of blue smoke that couldn’t be grasped. She was not talkative; after greeting everyone, she didn’t say another word, just sitting far away watching them play. Jun Hao felt her gaze following him, and only later did he realize her gaze was actually following Pei Xuan Yan beside him. It was from that moment he decided to protect and cherish her. He had once only wanted to hold her carefully, as she was frail, sensitive, and seemed born into this world to be loved. He had hated her, hated her deception, hated that she used him as a smokescreen. When he heard her confessing to another man, he almost wanted to kill her. However, at this moment, that seemed less important. Past events had become like clouds, and he only wanted to cherish the person before him.
At this point, An Ke moved, changing to a more comfortable position, her head resting on his chest, her hands wrapped around Jun Hao’s waist. Jun Hao didn’t dare move, letting her embrace him, afraid of waking her from her unstable sleep. Listening to her gradually even breathing, Jun Hao lowered his head and gently pecked her forehead. An Ke, disturbed, moved slightly discontented, the two pressing even closer together. Jun Hao’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times, creating some distance between them. If this continued, he would lose control and want her desperately. Jun Hao maintained this posture until the second day’s dawn.
