May Every Day Bring Good Years

The thick fog lifted, but the image that had appeared countless times in her dreams remained: blood-soaked hands and a crushed candied hawthorn skewer on the ground. It became Jiang Se’s eternal regret. From then on, her world was nothing but black. One day, a gentle young man suddenly stepped into her world and told her she was wonderful. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Lu Jing’an. What’s your name?” The girl, accustomed to indifference, was a little surprised, but she still spoke, her voice so quiet it was almost inaudible: “Jiang Se.” “What?” Maybe the wind was too strong, or maybe life was simply bitter. Jiang Se’s name sounded like “bitter”; it could only mean bitter and astringent. He hadn’t heard her. When they met again, he had become her boss. She remembered him, but he didn’t remember her. The day they crossed paths, she had just been publicly embarrassed when a frivolous young heir caught her hair in his collar. The man was a little too wild, raising an eyebrow with a roguish grin. His attitude was utterly irreverent. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he gave her a knowing look, then turned to Lu Jing’an and taunted him: “I want this girl.” “Suit yourself. I don’t know her.” Jiang Se was confused. It felt as though she had been abandoned in the same place all over again. She was a little disappointed, but someone didn’t give her a moment to feel sad. “Hey, what’s your name?” Lu Zhaoye tilted his head absentmindedly and took another drag of his cigarette, asking so callously. He would never have imagined that when he fell in love, he would be the only one left feeling bitter and insignificant. “Jiang Se, can you please stop liking Lu Jing’an?” “I…” The answer remained unresolved. Jiang Se might not like Lu Zhaoye, but after enough years had passed, who could say? After all, there is always today, and every day brings its dawn and dusk.