The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Yi Xiangsui

Standing in front of the apartment building, Yi Xiangsui was already surprised by the coincidence of their meeting. But when he found out that Song Yuyan lived on the fourth floor and he himself lived on the third, he became even more fascinated by the twists of fate connecting them.

Lines that once seemed unrelated had extended and finally intersected at a single point.

“Goodbye, good friend,” Song Yuyan smiled faintly, the corners of his lips curling like a blurry, dreamlike illusion.

That illusion was shrouded in mist, like a veil of gauze gently obscuring the truth, making people want to reach through and see what lay beneath.

“Goodbye,” Yi Xiangsui replied, then slung his bag over his shoulder and went upstairs.

Song Yuyan turned and entered his room. The empty space inside muted all sound, but he didn’t feel lonely.

He enjoyed lively company but also embraced solitude. Yet, when alone, he often longed for noise.

For example, at this very moment, he was thinking of Yi Xiangsui.

Who says goodbye to a friend like that?

Song Yuyan chuckled to himself, eyes curving gently with amusement.

…

The Next Day

Yi Xiangsui stepped out of his house and paused as he passed by Song Yuyan’s door.

They were friends now—knocking on his door to go to school together should be normal, right?

He knocked a few times, but no one answered. Yi Xiangsui had no choice but to accept a fact—he had left home too late again.

Song Yuyan had already gone ahead. If he left now, what were the chances of bumping into him?

Yi Xiangsui descended the stairs with his eyes lowered. His stunningly handsome face was cold and composed, but deep within his eyes, an unconscious flicker of restlessness lingered.

Then on the road, the moment he saw Song Yuyan, his eyes lit up.

Yi Xiangsui slowly walked into the breakfast shop. It was already crowded, so he had to sit at a spot not too far from Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan had noticed him from the moment he entered—the boy was just too striking to miss.

He had heard the phrase “lighting up a shabby house”, but had never truly felt it—until this moment.

As Yi Xiangsui walked in, even the humble little shop seemed to brighten.

What he didn’t know was that Yi Xiangsui felt the same.

With Song Yuyan sitting there, the entire store seemed different.

Like a sketch brought to life with just a few strokes, like a poem that lingered beautifully in one’s mouth long after reading.

Time seemed to slow, nearly to a stop.

The noise around them suddenly didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Song Yuyan greeted Yi Xiangsui with a bright smile. His eyes sparkled, and a few crumbs clung to his lips, which he then casually licked away.

Yi Xiangsui’s gaze flickered again.

His heart was racing.

After a moment, he asked, “You like this breakfast shop?”

Song Yuyan nodded. Yi Xiangsui hummed in response and fell quiet again.

But the student sitting across from Song Yuyan couldn’t take it anymore and called out to Yi Xiangsui: “I’m done. You two don’t need to talk across the room—come sit here!”

As the student got up, Yi Xiangsui walked over and sat across from Song Yuyan, murmuring a thank you, and then suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.

It didn’t feel like normal classmates’ interactions, but it left a sweet feeling in his heart.

“Are you going to eat?” Song Yuyan asked, staring at Yi Xiangsui. “You’ve already eaten, right? Did you come here just because you saw me?”

A normal question—but somehow, coming from Song Yuyan, it sounded laced with meaning.

It felt like admitting it would mean losing.

“I haven’t eaten either.”

Song Yuyan let out an “Oh” and ordered another basket of shumai.

Yi Xiangsui ended up eating until he was too full.

Thankfully, he hadn’t eaten much earlier at home, and the walk to school gave him some room—otherwise, his stomach wouldn’t have been able to handle this heavy breakfast.

Later, during class, while Song Yuyan was biting his pen and diligently studying a problem the teacher assigned, someone poked him lightly in the back.

It didn’t hurt, but a tingling sensation spread along his spine.

With a composed expression, Song Yuyan turned around and looked at Yi Xiangsui’s gorgeous face. He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Surely the protagonist wasn’t asking about the problem? Song Yuyan had been listening attentively, though there were still a few parts he didn’t understand.

But he remembered that Yi Xiangsui wasn’t much into studying.

Yi Xiangsui didn’t have the “top student” role—or the “campus delinquent” one either. His school life was relatively uneventful. Even when he entered the entertainment industry later, he would be marketed as the artistic-genius-meets-beauty type.

No one could deny his beauty—Yi Xiangsui had an utterly flawless face. As for his talents, well… he could draw, sing, act, and… cry.

Song Yuyan’s thoughts became chaotic. He couldn’t detect any signs of emotional fragility from Yi Xiangsui right now, so maybe all that crying was just part of his celebrity image?

Of course, Yi Xiangsui wasn’t asking about the lesson.

Just as Song Yuyan understood him, Yi Xiangsui had no interest in academics. He called Song Yuyan over because he couldn’t resist the urge to talk.

Strange, really. He had so many personal questions he wanted to ask.

And since the classroom was already filled with chatter, what harm was a few words?

“Song Yuyan, what time do you usually leave in the morning?”

“I went to your place today and didn’t see you.”

…

They chatted casually, thinking their whispers would be drowned out in the noise.

But their heads were tilted close together, voices low, faces almost touching. Their careful closeness gave off a subtle, secretive intimacy.

One was the chosen white moonlight, the other the main character of the little world. Both were flawless, beautiful boys.

Visual overload ×2. Even they were struggling to hold it together.

Neither was willing to back away, as if the first to pull back would be the loser. Yet their cheeks were slowly tinged with pink.

Their heartbeats had lost all rhythm.

Song Yuyan thought no one would notice.

But not only did Zhang Yuan and Huo Enlin look at them like they’d discovered a new continent—even the teacher’s gaze was drawn over.

And there were so many people talking—why them?

Was it Yi Xiangsui’s beauty? A crime in itself?

Probably. After all, he was the protagonist. Special buffs like “draws everyone’s attention at first glance” weren’t out of the question.

Both boys were soon gifted with chalk thrown at them and had to stand up.

The teacher didn’t scold them too harshly, just said:

“I gave you questions—have you finished them? Do you understand all the key points I covered? Were you satisfied with last week’s quiz results?

You don’t work hard during class, but you always have something to whisper about, huh? I’m talking to all of you—don’t act like it doesn’t apply to you…”

The whispering had already stopped, even the note-passing had ended.

Once they sat back down, both Yi Xiangsui and Song Yuyan became noticeably more well-behaved.

In different ways.

Yi Xiangsui lay on his desk again, stacking books in front of him like a wall to block his view.

Song Yuyan raised his hand high, and when the teacher came over, he humbly asked questions about the problems he didn’t understand.

No one expected that from Song Yuyan.

By the time the class ended, seeing him chatting with the teacher with a bright smile had left his classmates completely dazed, as if their perception of him had been turned upside down.

This scene… felt familiar.

Had they imagined it?

Several students instinctively looked at Yi Xiangsui. He sat with his hands folded, occasionally opening his peach blossom eyes to glance toward Song Yuyan, giving off a strange, dark aura.

Luckily, his eyes soon closed again, leaving only his quiet, flawless face.

How could someone look this good?

What a shame he had no heart.

Some students pitied him, others felt relieved. They thought of the unopened love letters in his desk and became even more certain—Yi Xiangsui had no interest in romance.