You Never Loved the Stardust

At ten, she met him by the river. From then on, he was her whole world. At fifteen, all her feelings were shattered in an instant, and she never healed. From then on, she vanished, carrying her hatred with her. When she returned, their reunion at twenty-two was the result of her careful planning. The journey had been so lonely that she failed to notice the other person by her side, always loving her, protecting her, and watching over her. Only at the very end did she regret not cherishing him when she had the chance. “Gao Yunan, Gao Yunan.” Her gaze unfocused as she called his name, a dull ache tightening in her chest. Fragments of all the quiet ways he'd loved her kept surfacing in her mind. But it was too late. She could no longer stay by his side.