The first time in history

Deep in Su Yao's heart, Qian Mingduo's existence is like a soft but touching melody. As the strings of time slowly play, every note stirs up ripples in the lake of her heart. Her feelings for him grow deeper and deeper in this melody day after day, until it fills every inch of her heart.

The first meeting was just an accidental encounter in the long river of life. At that time, Qian Mingduo might have been just a vague outline, not emitting a particularly dazzling light in the crowd.

However, the gears of fate turned quietly. An accidental conversation and an inadvertent help were like sowing a faint seed in Su Yao's heart.

At that time, her feeling for him was like a ray of dawn in the morning mist, hazy and difficult to detect. Only when she occasionally thought of him would a faint warmth arise in her heart, like a cup of warm water in her hands on a winter day, which was not hot but enough to comfort her.

But gradually, this seed began to sprout under the nourishment of the years. Su Yao found that her eyes were increasingly attracted to Qian Mingduo. In the bustling crowd, she could always catch his figure at the first time.

Among the many voices, his words seemed to have a unique magic that could penetrate the noise, go straight into her ears, and echo in her mind for a long time.

Every time he came closer, she could clearly feel her heartbeat quickening. The rhythm was like a flustered drumbeat, hitting her chest again and again, causing her cheeks to flush unconsciously.

She began to care about her image in front of him. She would repeatedly choose clothes before going out and carefully comb her hair in front of the mirror, just to leave a good impression in his eyes.

Her inner world also changed quietly because of him. The once calm heart lake now surged under the influence of Qian Mingduo. When she was alone, she could not help but fall into the longing for him. Those fragments of getting along with him were like movie scenes carefully edited by the years, playing in her mind frame by frame.

His smile, the upward arc of his mouth, seemed to have the power to dispel the haze; his frown could also make Su Yao's heart tighten, and she wanted to reach out and smooth the wrinkles on his forehead. She often tossed and turned at night, with his shadow in her mind. Those memories were like bright stars, twinkling in the dark night sky, making her unable to fall asleep.

Su Yao knew that this feeling had gone beyond ordinary affection. It was like a thriving tree, with its roots deeply embedded in the softest soil in her heart, its branches stretching toward the sky, and every leaf carrying her thoughts and attachment to Qian Mingduo.

She began to desire to know everything about him, his past, his dreams, his preferences. She would listen attentively to his conversations, remember every detail, and then give him some small surprises in the future.

For example, when she learned that he liked a certain book, she would buy it silently and hand it to him at an appropriate time; when she knew that he had a special liking for a certain delicacy, she would work hard to learn how to cook it, just to see his satisfied expression when he tasted it.

In front of him, Su Yao felt as if she had become a complex of contradictions. She wanted to show her best side, but was afraid that this deliberateness would make him feel alienated; she longed to be close to him, but was nervous and at a loss every time she approached him.

She would be overjoyed by his compliments, as if she had been recognized by the whole world; she would also be saddened by his temporary neglect, as if she were lost in a dark corner. This feeling of gain and loss, like the tide, sometimes drowned her, sometimes receded, leaving her alone on the beach to savor the salty taste.

However, she also felt unprecedented strength in this relationship. Qian Mingduo was like a beam of light that illuminated her path forward, giving her the courage to persevere in the face of difficulties and setbacks in life. She knew that her world had become more colorful because of him, and those originally monotonous days were now full of expectations and hope.

This feeling has become an indispensable part of her life, like the air she breathes, ordinary but vital. She doesn't know what the future will be like, but at the moment, she is willing to immerse herself in this growing feeling, letting her heart beat with her love for Qian Mingduo, even if there may be storms ahead, she will not look back, because he is already the most precious treasure in her heart, worthy of her to protect with all her passion and sincerity.