[Complete. The second male lead wins her heart, and a secret love becomes mutual. A poised, charming journalist ✘ an AI industry tycoon]
“What kind of person deserves to be loved?” This question puzzled Jiang Wanyue from the time she was seventeen until she was twenty-eight.
Perhaps Lu Changshi was heaven's answer to her question.
You don't have to shine brightly in a crowd to deserve love, and you don't have to be full of energy.
Jiang Wanyue loved the line by Murakami Haruki: “Not all fish live in the same sea.”
She wasn't a rose like Lin Mu, bold and dazzling, every frown and smile brimming with allure. Nor was she like Qi Die, aloof and proud, seemingly beyond anyone's reach. She was just a little daisy by the roadside, ordinary, delicate, and easy to overlook.
But Lu Changshi would tell her, “Every second you're here is a treasure to me.”
In the past, Jiang Wanyue had experienced a deep, unforgettable unrequited love and a dull, miserable marriage. But Lu Changshi told her she had always been herself, the woman he loved.
Shen Yujing had once taken ninety-nine steps toward her, but Lu Changshi took a hundred.
She could stay right where she was. Even if she fled in a sorry state, he would still embrace her without hesitation.
After that, whenever they shared a snowy night, she would open an umbrella and walk beside him toward the far horizon.
“If one day we stand together in the same snow, then we will have grown old together.” It's certainly poetic, but the next line says, “If snow could replace the white of old age, why would anyone suffer for love?”
This time, she didn't want to be the one who suffered. She didn't want to merely watch him grow old and gray. This time, she wanted only to walk through life with Lu Changshi until they were old and their hair had turned white.
● They are not each other's firsts: he is inexperienced, she is not
● A first-person writing exercise
For Wanyue
I am deeply touched. It is the first time I read this kind of novel written from the first point of view 👍👍👍👍