It was raining on the day of the reunion. When Mu Feng walked out of the office building holding a black umbrella, Xu Linyue was hiding from the rain under the eaves while holding documents. The moment he raised his hand and tilted the umbrella towards her, they both saw clearly the silver ring on the other's ring finger. The water droplets condensed on the umbrella ribs dripped on the tips of her hair, just like the white petals that fell when the young man gently picked off the locust flower from her ponytail on that afternoon twelve years ago when the cicadas were chirping noisily.
This first love, which spanned more than ten years, eventually became the sharpest broken glass in the long river of time. Every time I think of it, fresh blood drops will ooze out of the softest folds of my heart. When two scarred adults begin to learn to bandage old wounds with new love, will the heartbeats buried deep in the school uniform pockets, the notes hidden in the sandwich of the pencil case, and the promises engraved in the memory book suddenly come back to life on a rainy night?
If we hadn't let go that year, would we still be pretending to be strangers at the crossroads now? When all young love has become a taboo to avoid talking about, can we still find the original pure heartbeat in the broken glass of time?
