Chapter One: The Library Accident
September sunlight filtered through the plane tree leaves and scattered onto the campus paths, the air filled with the anticipation of a new semester and the faint fragrance of osmanthus. Lin Xiaoxia held a stack of books and walked briskly into the library. As a second-year literature student, she liked the quiet corners here best, especially the row of seats by the window on the third floor.
Today she was preparing to review "A History of Modern Chinese Literature" and, by the way, write a reading note about Shen Congwen. As soon as she sat down, she took out her notebook and fountain pen from her bag and seriously opened the pages of the book. The sunlight fell on her slightly lowered side face, her long hair hanging softly over her shoulders, and she was as quiet as a painting.
“Sorry, is this seat taken?”
A gentle male voice interrupted her thoughts. Lin Xiaoxia looked up and saw a boy wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, holding a thick computer science textbook in his hands, with a polite smile on his face. He looked much taller than her, with clear eyes and a hint of shyness.
“No, sit down.” Lin Xiaoxia said softly, then lowered her head and went back to reading.
The boy sat down opposite her, his movements very gentle, afraid of disturbing others. After a while, he took out his earphones but didn't put them on immediately. Instead, he asked softly, 'Classmate, do you know where the power outlets are in the third-floor study room? My laptop is almost out of battery.'
Lin Xiaoxia looked up and pointed to the corner: 'There's a row over there, but you need to bring your own extension cord.'
"Thank you." The boy smiled, revealing neat white teeth. "My name is Chen Yuanan, from the Computer Science Department. And you?"
“Lin Xiaoxia, Department of Literature.”
After a simple self-introduction, the two of them quietly studied on their own. The afternoon sun slowly slanted westward, leaving only the rustling of turning pages and occasional coughs in the library. After finishing a section of notes, Lin Xiaoxia looked up and noticed Chen Yu'an frowning at the screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard. She watched his focused expression for a few seconds longer.
As closing time approached, Lin Xiaoxia packed up her bag and stood up. Chen Yuanan also closed his laptop, stood up, and said: “Thank you today. If we run into each other again next time, can we save seats together? I usually like this spot too.”
Lin Xiaoxia hesitated for a moment, then nodded: 'Okay.'
When she walked out of the library, the evening breeze blew past, and she felt inexplicably a bit relieved. In her two years of university, she had grown accustomed to being alone, but for the first time, she felt that walking side by side with a stranger on the campus path felt quite natural.
Chapter 2: The Gradually Familiar Daily Life
Since then, Lin Xiaoxia and Chen Yuan would often meet on the third floor of the library. Sometimes she arrived first, sometimes he had already taken a seat. They did not always talk, but occasionally they would exchange snacks, or remind each other, “The library is closing soon.”
Once, Lin Xiaoxia's pen ran out of ink, and Chen Yu'an immediately handed over his spare pen. Another time, Chen Yu'an's computer suddenly crashed, and Lin Xiaoxia helped find the library administrator and waited with him for half an hour.
Gradually, they began talking about topics beyond their majors. Lin Xiaoxia liked reading essays and novels, while Chen Yu'an enjoyed writing code and playing badminton. He would occasionally tell her some interesting little programming stories, and she would recommend a few good books to read.
"Have you ever felt that the library is like a place where time stands still?" One afternoon, Lin Xiaoxia suddenly asked.
Chen Yu'an thought for a moment and said with a smile, 'Sometimes it is. Especially on rainy days, with the rain outside and only books and people inside, it feels quite reassuring.'
That afternoon, it happened to start drizzling. The two of them sat together by the window, listening to the sound of rain hitting the leaves. Lin Xiaoxia pushed her notebook over, letting him read her reading notes. Chen Yu'an read them carefully and said, 'You write very delicately. When I write code, I also pursue logical clarity, but literature seems to make people feel more peaceful.'
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoxia felt a warmth in her heart. She rarely showed her notes to others, but with Chen Yu'an, it always felt natural.
In mid-October, the school organized the autumn sports meet. Chen Yuan represented the computer department in mixed doubles badminton, and was temporarily short of a partner. He found Lin Xiaoxia in the library and asked somewhat embarrassedly: 'Xiaoxia, would you be willing to do it with me? Just take it as relaxing a bit; winning or losing doesn’t matter.'
Lin Xiaoxia wasn't usually good at sports, but seeing his expectant eyes, she still nodded.
During those training days, they practiced in the gym every evening. Chen Yu'an taught her how to hold the racket, footwork, and basic strokes. At first, she always missed the ball or hit it out of bounds, but he was never impatient, always patiently saying, 'Try again, you've improved a lot already.'
On the day of the official competition, although the two only made it to the quarterfinals, they enjoyed the entire process. After the match, Chen Yu'an bought two cups of milk tea and sat with her on the steps by the playground. The sunset dyed the sky orange-red, and in the distance, classmates were flying kites.
"Thank you for keeping me company today," Chen Yuanan said. "Actually, when I first looked for you, it was because I thought practicing with you would be very easy. You wouldn't get nervous, and you wouldn't rush me."
Holding her milk tea, Lin Xiaoxia softly replied: 'I'm also very happy. I used to always watch games alone; today is the first time I feel like I'm part of it.'
At that moment, neither of them spoke anymore. The evening breeze blew, carrying the scent of grass and dust. Lin Xiaoxia suddenly felt that university life seemed to have become a bit brighter because of this person.
Chapter 3: The Club and the First Misunderstanding
In November, the school literary club was recruiting new members. Lin Xiaoxia was originally a senior member in charge of editing the club magazine. After hearing about it, Chen Yuan’an joked: “I want to join too. I can’t write poetry, but I can help with typesetting and the website.”
The president of the literature club welcomed him warmly, so Chen Yu'an became the technical support. Every Wednesday night, they would work together in the club office. Lin Xiaoxia was responsible for editing the drafts, while Chen Yu'an was in charge of formatting the text into web templates, occasionally helping her find suitable illustrations.
Once, before the deadline for the school magazine, Lin Xiaoxia stayed up for two consecutive all-nighters. On the third morning, she fell asleep at her desk. Chen Yuyan quietly covered her with a jacket and placed a warm cup of soy milk beside her. When she woke up, the soy milk was still warm, with a note next to it: 'Rest early, don't work too hard. Yuyan.'
Looking at the note, Lin Xiaoxia felt a surge of tenderness in her heart. She had never relied on others before, but this time, she truly felt someone was taking care of her.
However, the peaceful days were soon broken by a small misunderstanding.
There was a boy named Zhou Ming in the literature club who usually took good care of Lin Xiaoxia, often helping her with materials and buying her coffee. Some started whispering privately: 'Zhou Ming seems to like Lin Xiaoxia.' When the news reached Chen Yu'an, he was revising the club magazine with Lin Xiaoxia.
That night, Chen Yu'an suddenly became less talkative. Lin Xiaoxia asked him what was wrong, and he only said, "It's nothing, maybe a bit tired." The next day, he didn't come to the library as usual. Nor on the third day, or the fourth.
Lin Xiaoxia felt somewhat uneasy. She messaged him asking if he was sick, and he only replied briefly: 'I'm okay, just have a project to finish recently.'
Over the weekend, Lin Xiaoxia ran into Zhou Ming in the cafeteria. Zhou Ming warmly invited her to eat together and said, "I heard you and Chen Yu'an haven't been studying together much lately? Did you have a fight?"
Lin Xiaoxia shook her head: 'No, it's just that he's busy.'
Zhou Ming smiled: "That's good. Actually, I think you're quite suited for someone quiet. Someone like Chen Yu'an is too lively, not necessarily a good match."
After listening, Lin Xiaoxia felt somewhat uncomfortable. Returning to her dorm, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. The next day, she went directly to the computer science department's computer lab.
Chen Yu'an was debugging a program and visibly froze for a moment when he saw her appear.
“How did you come here?”
"I want to ask you, why haven't you been coming to the library lately?" Lin Xiaoxia stood at the door, her voice soft, but with a touch of firmness.
Chen Yu'an was silent for a few seconds, then finally sighed: 'I heard Zhou Ming treats you very well... I thought you might prefer that quiet, caring way. I was afraid I was too noisy and would disturb you.'
After hearing this, Lin Xiaoxia was first surprised, then couldn't help but laugh: 'You're overthinking it. Zhou Ming is just an ordinary classmate. I enjoy studying with you, I like you teaching me how to play ball, and I especially like you leaving soy milk and notes for me. If you disappear suddenly like this again, I'll be angry.'
Chen Yu'an's eyes lit up, and he smiled too: 'I'm sorry. I won't do that again.'
That evening, they walked out of the computer room together. The streetlights on campus lit up one by one, and plane tree leaves swayed gently in the wind. Lin Xiaoxia suddenly felt that some things didn't need to be said too explicitly; as long as the other person was willing to listen, it was enough.
Chapter Four: Winter Warmth
The campus in December became quiet and bright. Final exams were approaching, and the library was packed every day. Lin Xiaoxia and Chen Yuan fixed their seats on the third floor every day: one reviewed literary theory, the other did algorithm problems. During breaks, they would share snacks or quiz each other.
One night, the temperature suddenly dropped below zero. Lin Xiaoxia forgot to bring a thick coat and was shivering when she walked out of the library. Chen Yu'an, without a word, draped his down jacket over her.
"What about you?" she asked.
“I’m not afraid of the cold. Besides, the dorm is close; you still have farther to walk.”
On the road, the two walked side by side. The down jacket still carried his body warmth and a faint scent of laundry detergent. Lin Xiaoxia buried her chin in the collar, and her heart suddenly felt very calm.
“Yu An,” she said softly, “thank you for this semester.”
Chen Yu'an turned his head to look at her: "I also want to thank you. Before, I thought university life was just about attending classes, writing code, and playing ball. Now there are many more interesting things."
On New Year’s Eve, the school held a year-end event in the square. They didn’t join the lively party; instead, they found a quiet bench and watched the fireworks in the distance together. One firework after another burst open in the night sky, brief but bright.
“Xiao Xia,” Chen Yuanan suddenly said, “if possible, I’d like to keep accompanying you like this forever. Not just in the library, and not just for this semester.”
Lin Xiaoxia's heart skipped a beat. She turned to look at him; the light of the fireworks reflected in his eyes, earnest and gentle.
“Good.” She only said one word, yet smiled so sweetly.
That night, they officially confirmed their relationship. There was no grand ceremony, only the cold wind of a winter night, distant fireworks, and two hearts slowly drawing closer.
Chapter 5: Growth in Spring
The new semester began, and cherry blossoms bloomed on campus. Lin Xiaoxia and Chen Yu'an became the campus couple in everyone's eyes. They attended classes together, ate together, and walked by the lake together. Occasionally, they bickered over small things, like him always being five minutes late or her always forgetting her umbrella. But after each argument, they quickly made up.
Once, Lin Xiaoxia was feeling very down because her thesis was sent back by her advisor for revisions. Chen Yu'an didn't rush to comfort her but sat with her by the lake, listening to her vent her grievances. Then he took out his laptop and said, 'Come on, let's reorganize the logic together. You write the text, I'll help you draw a mind map.'
That night, they worked from evening until late at night. When the paper finally passed smoothly, Lin Xiaoxia hugged him and whispered in his ear: 'With you here, it feels like I'm not afraid of anything.'
Chen Yu'an also had his own pressures. The computer science department's project competition was approaching, and he had been staying up late writing code for consecutive nights, his eyes bloodshot. Lin Xiaoxia brought him fruit and hot soup every noon and forced him to rest for half an hour every night. On the day of the competition, she sat in the audience, so nervous that her palms were sweaty. When their group was announced as the first prize winner, she was the first to rush over and gave him a big hug.
At that moment, they both understood that love is not just sweetness, but also silently becoming support when the other person needs it.
Chapter Six: Summer Promise
During the summer vacation of junior year, the school organized a summer social practice program. Lin Xiaoxia went to the countryside to teach, while Chen Yu'an interned at an internet company. On the morning of their separation, they said goodbye at the school gate.
"Video call every night." Chen Yuan said.
"Okay. And you should take care of your health too; don't stay up late all the time." Lin Xiaoxia reminded him.
Over those two months, they kept in touch through messages and videos. Lin Xiaoxia told stories to the children, while Chen Yuan worked overtime at the company writing requirements. Occasionally the signal was poor and the video would freeze, but they always managed to wait for the next words from each other.
When school reopened at the end of August, Chen Yuanan arrived at the school a day early and waited for her downstairs at the dormitory building. Lin Xiaoxia came out dragging her suitcase and saw him at a glance. In the sunlight, he looked a little thinner than before he left, but his smile was brighter.
"Welcome back." he said.
Lin Xiaoxia put down the box and immediately threw herself into his arms. Some classmates around them started teasing, but they didn't care at all.
That autumn, they signed up together for the school's couple photography event. In the photo, they sat under a cherry blossom tree; he helped pin her hair, and she smiled while looking at him. The photo was posted on the school bulletin board, and many classmates would stop and say as they passed by: 'They look so good together.'
Chapter Seven: Gentleness Before Graduation
Senior year passed quickly. Internship, graduation thesis, job hunting—everything accelerated. Lin Xiaoxia received an offer from a local publishing house, while Chen Yu'an got an acceptance notice from a major company in another city.
The possibility of separation was placed before us for the first time in a real way.
One night, they sat on an old bench on campus, silent for a long time.
“If I go to another city, would you think it’s too far?” Chen Yuan asked.
Lin Xiaoxia shook her head: 'Distance isn't the problem. What I fear more is that we slowly become people who only like each other's posts on social media.'
Chen Yu'an held her hand: 'No, it won't. I can come back every weekend, or you can come find me during your holidays. Let's live each day earnestly.'
On graduation day, the campus was filled with academic gowns and flowers. Lin Xiaoxia and Chen Yu'an took many photos together. The last one was at the entrance of the library where they first met.
“Do you remember?” Chen Yuan asked. “Three years ago, I asked you whether anyone was sitting in this spot.”
Lin Xiaoxia smiled and nodded: 'I remember. Now, this spot always has someone.'
After the ceremony ended, they walked to the cherry blossom grove on the back hill of the school. Although the flowering season had already passed, the leaves were still lush green. Chen Yuan'an took a small box out of his pocket, and inside was a pair of simple silver rings.
“It’s not a proposal,” he said seriously, “I just want to make you a promise. No matter where we go in the future, we’ll remember today, remember the library, remember the milk tea, remember the fireworks, remember every road we’ve walked together.”
Lin Xiaoxia extended her hand, letting him gently slip the ring on. Then she also took out a small notebook, inside of which were all the words she had written about him over these three years—from notes on their first meeting, to diaries from the sports meet, to reflections after every argument, and finally to blessings before graduation.
“This is my promise.” she said, “From now on, every year on this day, we’ll turn it over together once.”
As the sun set in the west, the campus broadcast was still playing graduation songs. They stood under the tree, foreheads lightly touching, not saying any more words.
Everything is just right.
Epilogue
Five years later.
Lin Xiaoxia became a young editor, and after working in another city for two years, Chen Yu'an applied for a transfer back to their hometown city. They rented a small apartment near their former university and often returned to their alma mater for walks on weekends.
One day, they went to the third floor of the library again. That window-side seat was still there, only with new tables and chairs. Lin Xiaoxia sat down, Chen Yu'an sat opposite her, just like many years ago.
“Still need to reserve a seat?” he asked with a smile.
“Of course.” She replied.
The leaves of the phoenix tree outside the window turned green again. Sunlight spilled in, falling on their clasped hands.
Youth may fade away, but the gentleness that slowly grew on campus will remain in the heart forever, becoming the brightest part of one's life.
After the Epilogue
Five years later that autumn, they stood once again on the third floor of their alma mater's library. The phoenix tree leaves had turned green again, and the sunlight was still gentle. Chen Yuan sat opposite her, just as he had many years ago, but more composed than back then. Lin Xiaoxia looked at him and suddenly felt that time had passed both fast and slow—the days were fast, but the softness in her heart that had never faded was slow.
That night, they weren't in a hurry to go home.
Back at the small apartment near campus, as soon as the light turned on, an indescribable quiet filled the air. Lin Xiaoxia hung up her coat and turned to see Chen Yu'an leaning on the sofa watching her, his gaze deeper than during the day.
“Do you remember the New Year's Eve when we first officially confirmed our relationship?” he suddenly asked.
Lin Xiaoxia nodded, a slight smile curling at the corner of her mouth: 'I remember. The fireworks were loud, but your hand was very warm.'
Chen Yu'an reached out and pulled her to his side, making her sit on his lap. His palm slowly slid down her back; the pressure wasn't heavy, but it carried obvious intimacy. Lin Xiaoxia's breathing hitched slightly. Five years of being together had made them too familiar with each other—familiar to the point where a single glance or touch could suddenly make a calm night turn scorching.
"In the library today," he said in a low voice, his lips almost touching her ear, "I kept thinking, if I'd been a little braver back then, maybe I could've held you tighter sooner."
Lin Xiaoxia chuckled lightly, her fingers playing with the button on his collar: 'Aren't you already holding me tight now?'
Before the words faded, Chen Yu'an had already turned his head and kissed her. This kiss wasn't hurried, but carried the steadiness and desire unique to adulthood. His tongue slowly explored, intertwining with hers, their breaths gradually merging. Lin Xiaoxia's hands slid from his shoulders to his back, her fingertips feeling the warmth of his muscles through the thin shirt.
The kiss gradually deepened. Chen Yu'an's hand slipped from her waist under her clothes, his palm pressing against her warm skin and moving upward, stopping at the edge of her ribs, gently stroking. Lin Xiaoxia's body trembled slightly, and a very soft sound escaped her throat. He knew her too well—he knew where she was sensitive, and he knew how to make her slowly soften.
“Go to the bedroom.” She whispered against his lips.
Chen Yu'an picked her up, walked a few steps to the bedside, and gently laid her down. The lights were dimmed, leaving only a warm yellow bedside lamp. He leaned over and unbuttoned her shirt, one by one, unhurriedly, as if unwrapping a precious gift. As the fabric slipped away, Lin Xiaoxia instinctively raised her hand to cover herself, but he caught her wrist and kissed her palm.
“Don’t hide.” His voice was hoarse, “I want to see you.”
Her face was slightly flushed, but she didn't refuse again. Chen Yu'an's gaze slowly fell on her, carrying appreciation and restrained desire. He leaned down, his lips moving from her collarbone all the way down, pausing at her chest, gently circling with the tip of his tongue. Lin Xiaoxia's fingers tangled in his hair, her breathing growing increasingly ragged.
When his hand slipped under her skirt, fingertips gently pressing through the last layer of fabric, she finally couldn't help but softly call out his name. Chen Yu'an looked up, his eyes darkening as he saw her flushed cheeks.
"Today want to go slower, or..."
“Slower.” She cut him off, her voice a little hoarse. “I want to feel you properly.”
So he really slowed down all his movements. Kissing, touching, entering—it was as if he were becoming familiar with her body all over again. Lin Xiaoxia’s legs hooked around his waist, and with every slow thrust she could not help but tremble. He lowered his head to kiss the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her lips, and softly said the words he had accumulated over the years but had rarely said to her face—how much he liked her quietness, how much he liked her occasional stubbornness, how much he liked the way she completely relaxed beneath him.
The night was long.
They changed positions several times. Sometimes he held her from behind; sometimes she straddled him and controlled the rhythm herself. Sweat dampened a small patch of the bedsheets, and the air was full of lingering tenderness. When Lin Xiaoxia climaxed, she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder, her voice breaking into fragmented whimpers; Chen Yuanan, at the very last moment, held her tightly, as if he wanted to knead her into his very bones.
Afterward, they lay side by side, the curtains not fully drawn; outside, the lights of the distant campus could faintly be seen. Lin Xiaoxia's fingers traced meaningless circles on his chest as she suddenly said softly, "Actually, sometimes I wonder, if we hadn't met in the library, would we have missed this whole lifetime?"
Chen Yu'an held her hand and placed it over his heart, 'No. Even if we hadn't met that day, I would have found you somewhere else. It just might have taken a little more time.'
She smiled, turned over and lay on top of him, her chin resting on his chest: 'And now? Found it, still want to keep searching?'
"I want to." He answered honestly, his palm sliding along her smooth back all the way to the hollow of her waist, gently pinching it. "And I want to look every day."
Lin Xiaoxia was tickled by him, laughing as she tried to dodge, but he pulled her back. The second time was more urgent than the first. The lights were completely off now, only their breaths and occasional soft moans overlapping in the darkness. He entered deeply, and she responded actively. Their two bodies reignited in a familiar rhythm, as if trying to transform all the nostalgia accumulated during the day in the library into this moment of burning intimacy.
The next morning, sunlight crept in through the gaps in the curtains. When Lin Xiaoxia woke up, she found herself still completely encircled in his arms. Chen Yu'an was already awake, looking at her, his eyes filled with the tenderness that follows satisfaction.
"Morning." He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"Morning." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice still carrying a bit of hoarseness, "Last night... was a bit too much."
Chen Yu'an chuckled softly: "You were clearly very cooperative too."
She lightly bit his shoulder as payback. He took the opportunity to flip her beneath him, starting a new round of kissing. This time it felt more like a morning cuddle, unhurried yet equally heartwarming. They only parted when the alarm rang, facing a new day.
On the weekend, they visited their alma mater again. This time, they didn't go to the library but went straight to the former cherry blossom grove on the back hill. The leaves had already changed color, and when the wind blew, one or two occasionally landed on their shoulders. Chen Yu'an took out the silver ring he had given her back then from his pocket—they later got a proper pair of wedding rings, but he always carried this old one with him.
“Do you remember what I said back then?” he asked.
Lin Xiaoxia nodded: 'I remember. You said it wasn't a proposal, just a promise.'
“Now you can change how you address me.” He knelt down on one knee, holding the ring out to her again. “Lin Xiaoxia, marry me. Officially, legally, for life.”
She was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter, her eyes slightly moist: 'You... We've already been living together for five years, and you're still pulling off this kind of ceremonial gesture.'
"Because I want you to remember this day." he said seriously.
Lin Xiaoxia extended her hand, letting him put the ring back on. Then she also knelt down, meeting his gaze at eye level, and gently kissed him.
“Good.”
The night they returned to the apartment, they thoroughly put the word 'formal' into practice.
Before the steam in the bathroom had fully dissipated, Lin Xiaoxia was pressed against the sink by him. The mirror reflected their bodies as he entered her from behind, one hand holding her waist, the other reaching around to gently knead her front. Droplets ran down her spine, his breath hot against her damp shoulder hollow. Lin Xiaoxia held onto the countertop; the reflection of her own eyes in the mirror was already somewhat dazed.
“Look at me.” He said softly.
She looked up, meeting his gaze through the mirror. In that moment, shame and pleasure surged through her simultaneously, making her almost unsteady. Chen Yu'an thrust in even harder, each stroke deep and steady. She couldn't help but cry out; her voice echoed in the cramped bathroom, mingling with the steam, sounding exceptionally clear.
Later they returned to the bed and changed positions again. Lin Xiaoxia sat astride him, rising and falling on her own, her long hair hanging down and brushing his chest. He held her waist, helping her control the rhythm, occasionally thrusting upward and making her let out little gasps. The night wind outside moved the curtains, and now and then the remnants of the distant campus broadcast drifted in, like an echo of time.
When the climax arrived, Lin Xiaoxia went limp against him, her fingers tightly gripping the sheets. Chen Yu'an held her even tighter, whispering a series of sweet nothings in her ear that he rarely said out loud—loving her, missing her, wanting to stay like this with her forever.
Afterward, the two lay lazily together. Lin Xiaoxia's fingers lightly slid along his arm as she suddenly asked, "If time could turn back, which day would you most want to return to?"
Chen Yu'an thought for a moment: 'The day we first met in the library. I wanted to speak up earlier, to keep you by my side sooner.'
She smiled: "Then I most want to go back to New Year's Eve. The fireworks were beautiful, but you were even more beautiful."
He turned his head and kissed her: “From now on, every New Year’s Eve, we’ll watch the fireworks again. Then... just like tonight.”
Lin Xiaoxia didn't answer, just wrapped her legs around his waist, her eyes holding a hint of lingering desire. Chen Yu'an immediately understood, chuckled softly, and turned over, pinning her beneath him.
The night was still long.
They used their bodies again and again to confirm it — that tenderness slowly growing on campus had never disappeared. It had only changed into a hotter, more intimate form, continuing to remain in each other's hearts and becoming the brightest, and most searing, part of their lives.
Many years later, whenever someone asks how they got together, Lin Xiaoxia always smiles and says, 'The window seat on the third floor of the library. One day, he asked me if the seat was taken.'
Chen Yu'an would then add: 'From that day on, that seat has always been occupied. And it will always be occupied.'
And only they themselves knew that what filled the position wasn't just youth, but also all the later intimate nights, all the sweat and panting, all the moments of completely possessing each other.
That gentleness never left.
They just grew into deeper forms.
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