I sped up and ran towards the library, and in the remaining short distance of reaching my destination, I slowly slowed down and returned to the way of a "dignified, elegant and generous lady", and walked to the door of the library in a so-called "quiet".

I looked around and saw that there was no sign of anyone else, and I didn't happen to meet the "him" who made my heart skip a beat.

"Whew—"

I gently rubbed my chest, and then I breathed a sigh of relief and muttered something quietly.

"It's good that no one saw it, it scared me to death, I almost got too excited, what if I happened to run into him?"

"Thank goodness he wasn't there, and he didn't see it."

So I walked slowly and gracefully to the library with the borrowed books in my arms.

I walked to the corner of the library, step by step, cautiously, completely "muting" the footsteps.

I walked cautiously and slowly, through bookshelves after bookshelf, but I didn't find any sign of him.

Even when I got to the bottom, I still couldn't see him, and I lowered my head, "ready to leave" with a very depressed expression and a sense of loss in my heart.

A familiar smell, a familiar figure walked in from the gate, and I hurriedly hid.

One step, two steps, three steps

"That's right, it's him! He's coming. ”

I hid behind the bookshelf excitedly, and secretly followed his pace, only to see him pick up a book "Pure and Staggered Revolution", walk to the librarian's borrowing desk, pick up a pen and fill out the bookmark.

I was so excited, I \(≧▽≦)/ even couldn't wait to see what his name was ( ́・ω・').

But I was attracted by the faint smell of his body, and I hid in the shadows, staring at him from afar.

"Wow (σ゚∀゚)σ Wow so handsome........."

I couldn't help but praise in my heart.

He sat down, quietly sat down at his desk, opened the "Pure Staggered Revolution", and watched quietly.

He sat at the row of tables by the window, his right hand clenched in support of his "white" cheeks.

The windows opened, but the curtains were closed, and a strong gust of wind blew suddenly.

The pink curtains look very "pink" under the sunlight, and the pink and white curtains dance in the air under the strong wind.

My eyes were fascinated by the scenery at this time, not because of the curtain, but because his blue hair fluttered as the curtain danced in the wind's track.

Such a scenery is matched with a handsome and charming him, under the blowing of the wind, the faint fragrance of oolong comes to his nose, and his heartbeat is accelerated again.

I clung to my chest, my eyes fixed on the man.

I don't know why, but as if the wind tugged at my heartstrings, I suddenly laughed involuntarily.

"It turns out.... That's what it's like to be alone!"