The Tartness of a Lime

“Hi, Jiang Qingyu.”

“...Hi.”

The girl fell for him at their first meeting that year, and still does.

Countless times, she wanted to tell him, “Xie Ning, I like you!”

But then she realized:

“I can't hold on to the light, and I've long since fallen behind that boy.”

This is a BE ending. Proceed with caution if that's not your thing.