There are two versions of me in this world.
One sits high upon a shining dais, adored by everyone.
The other is sunk deep in the mire, with no one to rely on and no one to love her.
Mo Xiaoxi comes from a distinguished family. She is the beloved treasure of the head of the Mo family in the imperial capital. She can have anything she wants, but she will not live past twenty-five.
She has tried so hard to keep living, yet can only surrender to what fate has ordained. She just wishes she could stay by his side a little longer, and then a little longer still…
Wang Xingyu will never forget the scene when he first saw her. She was the only vivid splash of color there, but no matter how hard he tried to make sense of her, he could never truly see her.
She loves black roses, and she has a vast garden filled with them. The only person besides herself to whom she has ever given one was the boy she could not love.
I left you behind again and again. I’m truly sorry. But my boy, you shouldn’t be like this. You should be a shining star.
Much later, I finally understood: there had never been a version of me sitting high upon a shining dais in this world. I had simply been unable to accept it.
Black roses do not exist in nature, and neither should we. Black roses reflect far too little light. Butterflies cannot see them, so how could they ever come to rest there?
