A skinny boy who would disappear into a crowd, wrapping himself up inside. The smile on his face was only armor, protecting the rose within.
"Can I have a decent life too?"
"Kid, Big Sis has your back! It's just a little darkness. I'll lead you through it!"
When Miss Chun picked up this wildflower by the roadside and treasured it like a gem,
"Lu, why do you always look so downcast?"
"Chen, why are you always by my side?"
"Why? You don't need to know."
When a scruffy kid wrapped in a thin blue-and-white school uniform went to the corner shop to buy alcohol, a girl with smiling eyes suddenly appeared.
A girl who loved to tease people had run into this silly little mess.
"Hey, are you really going to drink all that alone? How about I join you?"
It began as curiosity, but grew deeper and deeper. Why did I have to meet you at the very age when life should have been in full bloom?
If only we had never met. If only I hadn't spoken to you that day. If only I hadn't sat next to you that day. Then everything would have been fine... But if I could do it all over again, I would still
make the same choice.
The guitar in his hands rang out like thunder, releasing every emotion. Long black curls hid his eyes, rings adorned his slender fingers, and his earrings sparkled beneath the lights. His sharply defined face had lost all warmth, and the scars on his arms were shocking to behold.
As the words gave voice to his feelings, that long-delayed letter seemed to still carry the fragrance of osmanthus from that year. Ripples stirred in the dark pool of his eyes. His willow-like lashes fluttered around them, and that day, the pool overflowed.
"Lu Cangshu! I'm your Big Sis, hehe. I've got your back, so come to me whenever anything happens. The college entrance exams are coming up, so do your best! I'll do my best too. I don't know how much it'll help, but I'll still try. I asked Pei Xin to bring you this letter, and I also asked her to pass along a few words for me. Hehe, I want to tell you those words in person. Wait for me to come back."
The envelope had faded, but its warmth seemed to linger. The burning heat of the tear stains seared every word.
On the back of the letter, in a different handwriting, countless scribbles had crossed things out. In the end, only one line remained:
"I...!"
