The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Yi Xiangsui

The love letters Yi Xiangsui received gradually decreased, and eventually, no one sent him any at all. Instead, they started going to Song Yuyan. With his outstanding appearance, Song Yuyan had always been on par with Yi Xiangsui, but once Yi Xiangsui started revealing his true colors—cold and indifferent—many students who used to like him shifted their affection to Song Yuyan.

They didn’t expect a response anyway. During school days, when everyone’s hearts were fluttering, not confessing your feelings with a love letter felt like some kind of personal deficiency.

Song Yuyan also took a page from Yi Xiangsui—not in how he ignored people, but in how he dealt with the letters.

He adopted the same strategy: don’t open, don’t read, pretend not to know.

That way, no one would feel awkward.

When Song Yuyan wasn’t in class, Yi Xiangsui lounged about, stretching his long legs in boredom. But he couldn’t help but wonder—why did Song Yuyan’s reputation improve when they were doing the exact same thing?

Don’t ask him how he knew.

When Song Yuyan was around, the classmates held back their words, but once he left the room, the compliments flowed freely—and Yi Xiangsui heard them all.

Was it because Song Yuyan smiled more?

That must be it. He smiled at everyone. He really loved to smile.

Yi Xiangsui wrinkled his nose and gripped his pen, but suddenly lost interest in writing.

Then, Song Yuyan entered the classroom.

Yi Xiangsui tossed the pen onto the desk and looked at him calmly as he walked over.

Song Yuyan gave him a brief glance and quietly took his seat.

Yi Xiangsui pressed his lips together. He held it in all the way until dismissal—that was the limit of how long he could go without speaking to Song Yuyan.

When school ended, he finally couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’ve been getting a lot of love letters lately.”

Song Yuyan looked at him.

“I feel like you’re being sarcastic,” he said after examining Yi Xiangsui for a moment.

“You’re overthinking it,” Yi Xiangsui replied immediately.

Song Yuyan chuckled, eyes gleaming. He dragged out the word playfully, “Just a tiny bit more than you.”

Yi Xiangsui frowned. Why did he now feel like Song Yuyan was the one being sarcastic?

No, it must’ve been his imagination. Song Yuyan was always so cheerful and friendly to everyone—no way he was being snide.

The two of them walked side by side under the streetlights, their shadows stretching long on the ground.

In the quiet atmosphere, Yi Xiangsui finally revealed what he’d been holding in all day. “Song Yuyan, do you plan on dating anyone?”

Why was it so easy to ask that?

But it was what he’d been thinking about—words he couldn’t suppress anymore.

His brows furrowed deeper, tension building at the center of his forehead. If Song Yuyan said yes… his heart gave a sudden jolt.

Song Yuyan smiled faintly, his clear black-and-white eyes fixed on Yi Xiangsui.

“I do,” he said, his voice unusually rich in meaning.

“Is that so…” Yi Xiangsui swallowed hard and looked away. His soft voice sounded like a sigh, or like a meaningless murmur, “I see…”

He wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say anymore.

Song Yuyan figured that was enough teasing and added, “Yeah. What else can I do?”

Another meaningless sentence—but the more familiar people are with each other, the easier it is to say nonsense.

He rolled his eyes and said, “Oh heavens, please bless me with a mysterious lover!”

“Come on out, my mysterious boyfriend!”

Seeing him act all theatrical, Yi Xiangsui’s anxious heart finally began to calm.

Then he noticed something odd about what Song Yuyan said.

Boyfriend?

As he mulled it over, Song Yuyan had already called for him to keep walking. Yi Xiangsui hurried after, but his steps were unsteady, like the wind had started stirring the waters in his heart.

Ripples spread across the lake of his emotions.

He couldn’t calm down anymore.

He lost sleep. Again.

…

The next day, Song Yuyan deliberately left the house a little later, hoping to “coincidentally” run into the male lead.

He waited a while outside, then headed downstairs casually. He had taken what Yi Xiangsui said too seriously.

If he believed it, he’d be the fool.

Just as the school bell rang, Yi Xiangsui finally walked into the classroom.

He slumped over his desk. Song Yuyan, unable to resist, turned around and poked him with the safe end of a pencil.

Just like Yi Xiangsui always did to him.

He had wanted to poke him in the back and let him experience that tingling feeling in his tailbone—but he couldn’t reach.

So he settled for poking his head.

Yi Xiangsui’s hair was dark and silky, falling neatly beside his fair face—like ink spreading across rice paper.

That flawless face lifted slightly, his dark eyes still sleepy, yet even with no expression, he looked incredibly attractive.

Song Yuyan pressed his lips together. “How long’s it been since you last slept?”

Yi Xiangsui muttered, “Song Yuyan, you must be cursed for me.”

“…Say that again?”

Yi Xiangsui seemed to snap out of it, mumbled something incoherent, then turned his face away and gently closed his eyes.

So… it wasn’t a dream.

Song Yuyan was speechless. The bell rang just then, and before turning back, he quickly stacked the messy books on Yi Xiangsui’s desk into a tall pile.

When he turned around, Yi Xiangsui barely lifted his eyelids, glanced at the mountain of books, and softly mouthed: “Song Yuyan.”

Then he shut his eyes again, like he’d truly fallen asleep.

That day, Song Yuyan kept glancing back several times. Seeing Yi Xiangsui’s peaceful sleeping face, he pursed his lips.

What kind of sweet dreams was this main character having?

Judging by that slight curve in Yi Xiangsui’s lips, Song Yuyan could barely restrain his mischievous fingers from messing with him.

…

After that day, Song Yuyan keenly noticed something had changed about Yi Xiangsui.

It wasn’t just that the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared—though that was noteworthy in itself.

It was like he had figured something out, freed himself from some invisible chains, and started doing things he never used to.

One morning, when Song Yuyan opened the door to find Yi Xiangsui already waiting outside, he wasn’t even surprised anymore.

He actually waited. Waited for him to eat breakfast together. If they weren’t still officially just “friends,” Song Yuyan would’ve thought they were dating.

But seriously—what kind of “normal” friends behaved like this?

In a daze, Song Yuyan walked with Yi Xiangsui to his usual breakfast place.

As usual, it was packed.

Yi Xiangsui snagged them a table. After ordering, he began mixing vinegar and soy sauce.

Song Yuyan liked dipping soup dumplings in that sauce. He usually made it himself, but to his surprise, Yi Xiangsui was pretty good at it.

Seeing his expression, Yi Xiangsui thought he didn’t like it. He pursed his lips. “Want me to make a new one?”

“No need, this one’s great!” Song Yuyan took a bite. The dumpling’s thin skin, the savory meat filling, and the rich broth combined with the sauce—it was perfect.

After breakfast, they walked briskly to school.

With their long legs, they covered ground fast and weren’t even tired when they reached the classroom.

The monthly exam was coming up soon, and Song Yuyan threw himself into intense studying.

Yi Xiangsui, maybe influenced by that seriousness, actually showed up at his door one evening—with books—to study.

The knock startled Song Yuyan. Peeking through the peephole and seeing Yi Xiangsui’s face, he froze.

Opening the door, he realized how barren his place looked—clearly lived in by a single person. He rarely went shopping. In hindsight, he should’ve at least bought disposable slippers for guests.

Would’ve made things easier.

Still, he graciously invited Yi Xiangsui in.

Yi Xiangsui stepped inside, taking off his shoes. He was wearing white socks.

Song Yuyan couldn’t hold back a laugh and gave him a thumbs-up. “All white—classic look!”

Snow White, huh?

Now that Snow White was in his house, did that make him one of the seven dwarves?

No way he was the jealous evil queen, right?

As these thoughts swirled in his head, he started laughing to himself.

Yi Xiangsui pressed his lips together. He understood Song Yuyan’s personality—like a kid. Lively and cheerful on the outside, but always lost in his own little world.

No one knew what was in that world—but just watching his expressions, you’d be sure it was a beautiful place.

For some reason, Yi Xiangsui suddenly wanted to step into that beautiful, unfamiliar world himself.