Drowned at the Age of Eighteen

[The second button of the school uniform creates moist lines in the palm of the hand, like the thoughts repeatedly scribbled and crossed out in a diary] Yuxiangwen's promise is like a rusty pocket watch, forever stuck in the autumn when they met. When Ying Guiwan stepped on the ginkgo leaves on the ground and rushed to the promised place, fate had already lit the match in the dark - the young man Lu Xizhao who taught her to shoot with backlight disappeared like an overexposed film in the smoke of a fire. In the past ten years, she has collected all the scattered clues: the bully's malicious snickering, the reflection of Shen Moqiao's engagement ring, the blurry back in the British rain, but at the moment when she pieced together the truth, she discovered that the cruelest shots were always hidden outside the viewfinder. *The story is adapted from real situations