The handwriting in front is very smooth, except for the last sentence, which slows down and writes more carefully. This shows that when he wrote this sentence, his emotions fluctuated.

  Tan Jiao, come find me.

  I stared at the fresh handwriting in front of me, the ink clear and distinct. The last sentence was exactly as I remembered it. Suddenly, a wave of sour emotions surged up, seeping deeply into my heart.

  "So it was like that..." I said softly.

  It was you from the very beginning.

  It's you who is chasing me.

  My tears suddenly welled up, but I felt it was too weak to cry, so I desperately held them back. But Ou Yu, the whole story started with you looking for me. I wanted to laugh again, and I didn't know what was going on, so I blurted out: "Ou Yu, I love you."

  The car suddenly fell silent, and it wasn't until I spoke that I realized what I had said. My face was suddenly as if overwhelmed by the warmth of the sun, my mouth dry and tongue parched, and I couldn't say anything else. He too remained silent, the car continuing to drive smoothly into the city.

  "I love you too," he said.

  I turned my face away, propping my hand on the car door, not wanting to face him or say anything. But I felt the car slowly come to a stop, and I snuck a peek through the gap between my arm and the window to see that we were parked by the side of the road. Then I heard the sound of him unbuckling his seatbelt, and before I knew it, he had turned my face back towards him. I hastily said, "Hey, I was just being impulsive earlier. It's not like it's easy to say 'I love you'..."

  His face was against the light, his head lowered, and he had already pressed a kiss on me. Those fingers, smoother and cleaner than they were a year later, were placed under my chin. He kissed me for a while before letting go of me, but there was a smile in his bright eyes like the clouds at dusk.

  "Ah..." he said, "It's not that easy to say I love you."

  I covered my face and didn't say a word, but I smiled. This clever and gentle stinky man...

  "What about that life-saving first-aid kit?" I asked.

  "Wu Yu Dao said: 'I had already thought of a way during the day in Beijing and now it's in my luggage.'"

  I felt a sense of relief, remembering that night at the Chen's house, when he saw the note in Xiangzi's pocket, his strange gaze. So it was then that he had figured everything out.

  "But how are we going to get the xiangzi into Chen's attic so that we can use it half a year later?" I asked again.

  Wu Yu said: "We have to leave for Suzhou early tomorrow, can't be late. This box... can only be entrusted to a vigilant and reliable person for now."

  ——

  The sky gradually darkened, and I stood with Ou Yu at the university gate. As for his decision to entrust Xiangzi to Zhuangyu, this "cautious and reliable person", I felt that it was generally correct, but vaguely had a sense of insecurity.

  But for now, we have no other choice.

  Before long, I saw a girl wearing a duck tongue cap walking over with a brisk pace. It has been two or three years since we met, and at this time, our feelings were already very good. She looked up at me, revealing a somewhat pale and dazed smile. Suddenly, I had an epiphany: "Are you in the final exam?"

  Zhuang Yu nodded: "Just finished the exam, sorry my physical strength hasn't recovered yet, excuse me."

  I really laughed, but I also felt a little heartache. Indeed, from my perspective, every time we meet, Zhuang Yu is always taking exams, copying homework, and looking haggard... But in reality, in the normal world, days are just passing by one after another. It's me who's abnormal.

  Why am I abnormal?

  Only Heaven Knows.