This sudden but baffling urge was not a result of the stifling beauty just inches away from him. Neither was it because of the alluring fragrance that exuded from the ivory teeth that bit down on those pink lips. And it was definitely not because the growing boy with eighth-grader syndrome had finally matured to satisfy his hormones.
It was because Shi Xiaobai realized the girl's gentleness.
She would always appear when he was most exhausted. She would silently and noiselessly accompany him.
She had never participated in the most exciting escapades he encountered but every time the story came to an end, or when the figurative participants of a banquet scattered, she would be there for him when he felt empty, enervated, lost or at a nonplus.
When he turned his head, she would always be where the lights waned.
Thank you for being this gentle.
She lit a silent candle with a warmth that would not disturb his hibernation.