That's just how reality is. In Gui Zixing's eyes, he always thought he was merely a supporting character. If he had been willing to tell me the truth, I wouldn't have stubbornly pursued Wen Yi, who was never mine to begin with.
Outside the coffee shop, I stubbornly stared at the message on the whiteboard: "Wishing Mr. Gui Zixing a wonderful end to his trip in Belgium and a safe return home. May the friendship between Mr. Wen Yi and Mr. Gui Zixing last forever."
If I hadn't stubbornly pursued the memories I shared with Gui Zixing after he disappeared, perhaps things would have turned out differently. If I hadn't met that lavender-haired boy when I was fifteen, if I hadn't gotten plastic surgery in a desperate attempt to win Gui Zixing back and reclaim the only shred of dignity I had, I might not have died or become another strange girl.
Our story wasn't over. I was reborn, and our story was still unfolding.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Is this the cover of Bubble Summer?