My Youth Alone

Name: My Youth Alone
Author: Noble Seven

by Noble Seven

ongoing Young Adult Bittersweet Youth Female Lead

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40Kwords7chapters

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About This Novel

Jiang Yun's life before the age of sixteen was a coronation without defeat. The most precious little daughter of the Jiang family has black hair like a waterfall and skin like fresh snow. Arrogance is her crown, and beauty is her confidence. Donating kindness never asks whether it is worth it, and ignoring ants never requires a reason. At the opening ceremony, the spotlight fell on her hair. Shen Juan raised his head. Ranked first in the city, I got here with a scholarship. When he looked at her with his washed white shirt, there was no flattery or fear, only sobriety: she was what he couldn't ask for, and he was careful even when he looked up. She taught him how to play tennis, gave him a mobile phone, and pushed in the door when he was most embarrassed. She did it as a matter of course, like buying a windbreaker on the streets of Paris, or picking up a stray dog in a back alley and gradually forgetting about it. But he remembered. Remember the arc of her ponytail that cuts through the autumn light, remember "this is a fair exchange", remember the unknowing tenderness at the end of her eyes every time she says "see you next week". On the day the Jiang family found out, it snowed for the first time in Beicheng. The mother asked: "There are countless boys like that in Beicheng. What are you trying to do?" "When he looked at me," Jiang Yun said, "he didn't treat me as the eldest daughter of the Jiang family." But she left anyway. Seven thousand kilometers and six time zones, autumn in Paris is colder than in the North City. Shen Juan received the gold medal on the podium of the International Olympic Games. The flash flooded him. The reporter asked: "Who do you want to thank most?" He was silent for a long time. It was so long that they were whispering in the audience, so long that it was just a second before the director cut the commercial-- "A guy who taught me how to play tennis." She was beyond his reach. He was something she didn't expect.