This has been sitting in my draft pile that is forever growing and I have decided to hit ‘post’. This drama is worth a shoutout, reliving a snippet that totally melt my heart, still swooning… however crappy my end this is! XD
This is a passing scene where we have already known the heroine is fully aware of her affections but decided of not acting upon it, contented with crushing him from afar, happy to just be a fangirl, when practicality is dictating anything closer, greedier on her part would be messy and meddling. We have little hints he is aware of her feelings, he has some stirrings as well, acting upon it, with much at stake, is never what a Dr ZhouMing would do.
She finds him, finally, dozing off at a perfectly lit shoujo manga corner (a load of cheese, a know, just let me have it while you are throwing things at me) after his long day at work at the operating table. She finds out he had done another thing nice for her, without saying a word, it could no longer be just because he is the perfect mentor of an intern. She squats and takes in his fine glowing form, lingering a little split second glance at his perfect hands, the hands she adores, for being the best surgeon she admires professionally, or for throwing her a drink from the vending machine…and she can’t stop a smile spreading over her entire face to her sparkling eyes when looking at him. She savors this moment he does not have to know, and gingerly inches back before pulling herself up, so as not to invade his space further, little silent steps become hair swinging galloping further down the corridor when she is further away, safer and safer a distance from him, the blurry backside of the happiest girl just because she could stare a few seconds at his face…
And he was pretending to be deep in a nap. He does not want to intrude in her moment as well, to prompt her into admitting her feelings for him when she is not ready, he is not ready. How swell he feels, feeling her love for him just on those few seconds she could not take her eyes off him, he is reminiscing, warms him up to a face of pure swoon he has to close his eyes again, reliving, savoring. It was not without wistfulness, THAT was a perfect crystallized moment of falling in love.