Time slipped by quietly,like sunlight sliding across the floor.The afternoon sky was bright—almost too bright.
During class, Hao listened carefully to the teacher,his chin resting on his hand.Every now and then,he looked out the window to clear his mind,letting the soft light wash over him.
When he looked back at his desk,a small folded note had appeared beside his book.
He opened it."Was the milk good?"
Hao glanced sideways toward his deskmate.Luoting was pretending to focus on her notes,but her pen had stopped moving.
Hao smiled faintly,picked up his pen, and wrote back—
"Thanks :)"
He pushed the note gently toward her side.Luoting's face turned slightly pink.She tucked the note into her pencil case,trying to hide her smile.
Hao turned back to the blackboard,but his thoughts were no longer on the lesson.
Something felt different.
He couldn't explain it—why things seemed to change in small, quiet ways.Why Luoting's eyes,that soft voice,and her quiet gesturesfelt like they didn't belong to this timeline at all.
"Why..." he wondered,"does she care about me like that?"
The sunlight outside flickered on his desk,as if time itself was breathing,watching silently.