It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 110

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The lock was smashed open. Outside, the water was over a meter deep, and the immense water pressure suddenly burst the security door.

Whoosh——

The water rushed in so fast that Ye Wanjia, standing at the door, stumbled forward, barely catching herself on the handle.

Once steady, she lifted her gaze. In the scattered light of dozens of phone screens, she saw the classroom half-submerged, everyone crowded onto the last two rows of desks—standing, backing up, curling themselves, their front-row feet already in the water. They stared at her, silhouettes blurred in the dim light, only recognizable by the glow of their phones.

And among them, she saw the most dazzling figure at once.

“Senior!” she exclaimed.

Pei Suye rose, her gaze fixed on the person wading waist-deep in water, voice choking: “Xiaoye.”

A most ordinary address, yet it ignited a spark in that instant.

The students leapt to their feet, phones waving, lights flickering; the dark, confining space suddenly felt like a carnival-filled disco.

“Ahhh! She really came!”

“I’m crying! Is this love? Ughhh…”

“She really came to save us!”

“Let’s go, let’s go! My shoes and pants are soaked!”

“Wait, wait! I still want to watch, this is too touching, sniffle…”

Xu Qian took a step in, heart pounding from fear, quickly trying to restore order, guiding the students to cross the “desk bridge” in an orderly manner.

Amid the commotion, Ye Wanjia pushed against the current, climbed onto the desk bridge, and ran toward the last row, wrapping her arms tightly around the one reaching for her.

“Sniffle…”

A cat-like cry pressed against her ear, the trembling body held gently by Pei Suye, stroking her back softly, whispering comfort:

“It’s alright, it’s alright.”

Though she herself had been trapped, she instinctively offered comfort first. From past to present, she had always indulged little Ye Wanjia without restraint.

Tap… tap… tap…

The surrounding commotion quieted, footsteps stopped. The students turned back, looking at the protagonists of the love story they had just witnessed, hearts filled with happiness.

Suddenly, a lively girl broke the silence, shouting:

“Proposal! Proposal!”

Just moments ago, they had seen how nervous Pei Suye had been with that little ring box, and heard how deeply she loved her girl.

One person started, and the rest joined in, their rhythmic cries echoing through the classroom:

“Proposal! Proposal! Proposal!”

Ye Wanjia released her embrace, eyes wide, staring at the cheering crowd. “What’s going on?”

Pei Suye’s mind raced. She had planned to propose under the stars for Ye Wanjia’s birthday tomorrow. But the flight was canceled, and there would be no starlit sky.

Then she thought: they met at this school; proposing here was a kind of destiny.

As if fate guided her, she slowly knelt in front of Ye Wanjia, reaching into her coat pocket to reveal the delicate box.

Click.

She opened it, presenting the ring to Ye Wanjia.

A delicate ring, silver-white band tapering at the bottom, inlaid with small crystals, the main stone surrounded by tiny diamonds, crafted in the shape of a leaf, its tip slightly curved.

She wanted to give the leaf-shaped ring to her little Ye.

“You… you…”

Ye Wanjia’s eyes widened, retreating slightly, hands clasped over her mouth, leaving only her grape-like eyes visible.

Pei Suye gazed at her, eyes shimmering, and spoke softly:

“Xiaoye. Ten years ago, you were a freshman, I a junior, and we met on this campus.

We were full of dreams for the future, sketching our blueprints in our hearts. Fortunately, what started as my solitary blueprint gradually included you. You would memorize words tirelessly for the TOEFL, push through injuries for difficult cheerleading moves, hide your shyness behind your hands yet peep through a crack, and almost risk your life to save me, holding me while crying.

The most precious thing about you is your pure and sincere soul. You never hide your flaws, never sugarcoat mistakes; you are open, upright, and pursue what you love. Being with you makes me so happy.

My life used to be as bland as plain water. You, like a sugar cube, fell in and made all my days sweet. Xiaoye, I love you. From ten years ago until now, not a single day has passed without love.”

Her voice flowed slowly, like an accordion playing by the lakeside at dusk, mixed with the wind across the water, the rustling of leaves, everything so natural, so pleasant:

“I love you. Will you marry me?”

She knelt gracefully before Ye Wanjia, holding the ring salvaged from the water, back straight, elegant as an orchid, amid the stormy night, under the twinkling lights of phone screens.

Ye Wanjia covered her mouth, hands trembling, overwhelmed with emotion:

“Why… why are you saying all this? I’m not this good… I’m poor, skinny, greedy and materialistic. You’re perfect, taking care of me every day, making breakfast and little snacks, and I can never match up…”

Everything happened so suddenly; her words, her gestures, all genuine, showing the little girl who had always been cherished.

Who could have imagined that Dr. Ye, brilliant at the operating table, could cry like a child before her lover?

Pei Suye gently reassured her: “Because you’re good, that’s why I treat you well.”

The old, powerless school building was dark, yet the basement corridor shone with phone lights like stars.

In front were only their eyes for each other. Behind, the dazzling glow outshone the galaxy.

The rain ceased; a sudden quiet fell. Even the sound of falling leaves could be heard.

The clouds had blown away, revealing a pure white moon.

A bicycle emerged from the school building, gliding along the straight avenue of plane trees.

On it were two people: Pei Suye, who had finished her lecture, riding in front, and Ye Wanjia, wearing her new engagement ring, sitting behind.

The bike rode lightly beneath the moon and leafy shadows, strands of silver light falling through the branches, sparkling.

Ye Wanjia tilted her head, watching Pei Suye’s figure in the soft light, sharp yet gentle, moving through scattered star-like glimmers.

In that instant, present and past merged.

The campus was utterly silent, the starry sky quiet. A fairy godmother had laid a silver path; the stars shimmered, illuminating the road ahead.

She asked softly: “What’s wrong?”

Ye Wanjia whispered against her back:

“Nothing… just suddenly remembered the past. Back when we were studying, you always rode me around the school.”

Pei Suye smiled: “Yes… feels like yesterday.”

Ye Wanjia’s heart felt warm: “Time flies, ten years in a blink.”

Pei Suye nodded, paused, then sighed playfully:

“Back then, I was too young. The first time I saw you so diligent on duty, I thought I could hitch a ride with you. Didn’t expect that since then, I’d cling to the back seat and never get off.”

“Hehe,” Ye Wanjia giggled, hugging her slim waist. “Wasn’t that because you spoiled me?”

Pei Suye smiled, her lips lifting, a soft tenderness within.

The night breeze lifted her dress, stirring memories.

Ye Wanjia rested against her back, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat, whispering:

“Senior… actually, the first time I saw you, I thought of a poem.”

“What poem?” Pei Suye asked.

Ye Wanjia lifted her eyelids, looking at the passing tree shadows:

“‘Without seeing Suye clad in snow, where in life shall one find a white robe?’”

She paused, explaining: “That day, you wore a white coat. You said it represented the Veterinary School—it’s its symbol.”

Pei Suye’s smile deepened. Ye Wanjia’s literary talent and ingenuity were obvious.

More importantly, she had already felt something for Pei Suye from that very first encounter.

Then Ye Wanjia asked: “Do you know the last two lines?”

Pei Wanjia looked puzzled: “Last two lines? I didn’t write them.”

The night breeze softened as they reached the plane-tree avenue. Wind paused, trees still, everything hushed, welcoming that voice filled with a lifetime of tenderness:

“After countless sails pass, one finds at last a heart to grow old with.”

The stars shimmered in the sky, the wind swept through, the vast starry sea swaying, sparkling brilliantly. The moon peeked from behind clouds, turning the pitch-black night bright in an instant—heaven and earth shining as one.

The tall plane trees cast shadows and scattered starlight, the bicycle glided under the twinkling night sky, light and shadow dancing over their elegant figures.

A moment of now, a moment of then.

The late-night campus was still, the starry sky serene. The fairy godmother had paved a path of silver light, stars twinkling, illuminating the road ahead with endless possibilities.

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