Ying Xinghe actually died on the day I confessed my feelings to him. My three-year crush had come to an end. I thought we had met again by chance and finally gotten together, but it had all been a dream I made up.
From our first year of high school to our first year of college, from the same class to the same university.
Eventually, Lin Qingmeng finally got to be with Ying Xinghe.
But it had all been Lin Qingmeng's dream...
If I open the paper crane folded from square paper, can I go back to that day?
If I keep listening to that song, will time flow backward?
It turned out that all the signs that he liked me were just a dream I had woven for myself. No wonder he seemed so unlike himself.
No one knew he had died that autumn, an autumn that wasn't especially cold, yet could freeze my heart forever.
