Can the tones of Dizi touch the jasmine flower?

CHAPTER 2 Who is he?

I found myself standing in front of the doors to library. The memories of yesterday's encounter were filling my mind annoyingly, making me thinking about the past events . Was I the source of that heavy silence? I did actually felt really guilty after my punishment ended back then. I remember leaving, saying nothing and avoiding looking at his face. Now I was here again with my headache making me unwilling to enter room.

I was about to open the big, wooden, white door with the "library" neatly written, when someone did it instead. I faced the face, I did not want to see anymore. The guilt raised up inside me making my heart heavy like stone or maybe a mountain. Yeah, a mountain would be more correct to describe my state.

-Come inside.- The vice-president said, like he knew all time long I would be send here again. I was shocked. He said something first. It wasn't something normal, not for him at least. I entered without a word and followed him to the end of the library where was situated a room for student council. Why did I know that it was a student council's room? I have no idea.Maybe a big calligraphed letters placed on the door he opened using the key helped. And so he invited me inside nodding his head to the direction of the room. I walked inside first and did he after me.

The room wasn't big but neither was it comfy. The snowy white walls surrounding two of us did not have even one stain, what seemed utterly unbelievable. The chair behind the wooden desk, small sofa with silver leather and the table with two chairs next to it in the corner of this cold room were all furnished it had.

He showed me to the chair in the corner. I settled comfortably. He joined me sitting down with straight back on the one opposite from mine, leaving the glas slab of the table between up.

I glanced up. Even I teased him a bit yesterday, saying he was handsome couldn't give him a judgment. It was like saying the light from stars is like the one from the candle. The CRC's light-blue uniform was matching his golden eyes which slightly piercing look were creating an aura of serenity and inner equilibrium around him. His long, straight inky black hair seemed so silky that it was painful to resist the urge to touch even one of those smooth, shining strings. The facial features were like sculpted in cold marble face of god. Nevertheless, what caught my attention the most, was the white ribbon tying his hair in the graceful bun leaving a few strips that made a border around his face and waterfall of black cascading down his broaden back.

-The name.- He demanded while sitting glamorously on the chair. I felt weird realizing the amount of words he has already spoken out willingly today. It made me think the alien came and exchanged its soul with his leaving the body untouched.

-Wei WuXian?- I said carefully whilst being unsure what does he need it for. He didn't look surprised.

-Birth name.

-Wei...-I hesitated but soon, seeing his golden eyes examining me, gave the answer.- Wei Ying.

-Birthday.

-31st October...

-Hated animal.

-Dog!-I raised my voice full of mixed fear and hatred, but then realized my reaction was over exaggerating so I immediately faked a cough and replied once again, this time suppressing my emotions as much as I can.-D...dogs.

He was continuously staring at me. Why? Was there something on my face? Feeling a little nervous I unintentionally made a quick slide-touch on my nose bridge. It lasted only a few seconds, however it didn't go unnoticed by...Lan WangJi...ah why was I so uncomfortable with calling him by his courtesy name?

-I found you.- I heard from the place in front of me. Was it my imagination or the one edge of his mouth curved up a little bit. I looked up at his face. I could not understand what he just said. He found... Me? But I was here sitting all this time. Is he...