Her Eyes Say She Likes You - Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Abstract Handover
The notification sound from the phone was strikingly clear in the quiet studio.
Wei Jia clicked open the push notification from her special following almost instantly—
[Eyes Hurt So Much V] Editor changed. No update today.
The accompanying image was a photo of a blank canvas, with a half-drunk cup of coffee next to it. The lighting was soft, and the composition, as always, was filled with her unique, tranquil atmosphere.
Wei Jia’s heart felt gently nudged by something; it was slightly numb and slightly ticklish. She stared at the text, reading it three times before confirming that the fact of her unexpected appointment as Teacher Eyes’ new editor had been announced to the public in her extremely concise style.
The comment section quickly became lively.
The top comment was prominently from the former star editor:
[Gu Yu V]: Hope to have a chance to cooperate next time.
Below this reply, fans expressed a mix of regret and concern:
“Ah? No longer cooperating with Editor-in-Chief Gu? Editor-in-Chief Gu understands you so well!” “Oh no, Gu Yu is a guarantee of quality. Why are they separating?” “Who is the new editor? Will there be disagreements? So worried about Teacher’s creative state…” “Teacher Eyes is beautiful on her own! But can the new editor really keep up with your rhythm?”
Amidst the chorus of worries, the main account’s reply was pushed to the top.
[Eyes Hurt So Much V] replied: It’s fine.
A simple three words, her emotional stability as still as the beautiful moments frozen in her art.
Wei Jia looked at those three words, and the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably. It’s fine. She loved the understated yet resolute power when those words came from Dong Yan.
She exited Weibo and opened the WeChat chat box that was pinned but hadn’t officially been used for conversation. The profile picture was a delicate watercolor painting of the starry sky, which Wei Jia knew Dong Yan had painted herself.
Her fingertip hovered over the screen for a moment before Wei Jia typed a line of text. It wasn’t the official formality of “Hello, I am your new editor, Wei Jia,” nor was it an abstract outburst like “Teacher, today’s blank canvas is like a piece of butter waiting to melt.” Instead, she wrote—
[Only Jia]: Teacher, I saw your Weibo. [Only Jia]: From now on, your stars and moon are my responsibility. (Kitten sending heart emoji.jpg)
After sending the message, she tossed her phone onto the sofa but, like a child with a new toy, couldn’t help spinning in a circle. The tips of her grayish-pink short hair traced a joyful arc.
She knew Dong Yan might not reply immediately, or might just reply with a simple “Okay” or “Thank you.”
But it didn’t matter.
She lowered her head and clicked on Dong Yan’s Weibo homepage again, her fingertip lightly brushing over the ID “Eyes Hurt So Much.” With a hint of a satisfied smile and a voice only she could hear, she quietly spoke the secret she had kept buried for a long time:
“Finally, I’ve got you.”
“My… Teacher Eyes.”