That summer, the ginkgo leaves turned golden and youth burned bright. Lin Xubai was the only light in Su Xiao’s world, and Su Xiao was the softest sanctuary in Lin Xubai’s heart. Their love was pure and intense, like the blazing midsummer sun, holding nothing back.
That autumn, a cool wind rose, and everything had changed. As they left school and entered the working world, the cost of growing up quietly revealed itself. Ideals collided with reality, and reason replaced passion. The hands they once held tightly eventually slipped apart as they went their separate ways. Their love had been real, but so was the chasm they could not cross.
When memories of summer overlapped with the realities of autumn, they met again at a crossroads in life. He was still Lin Xubai, and she was still Su Xiao, yet they had become strangers in each other’s stories. A distant greeting, a calm look back, and the truth was clear: the passionate love of that summer had been swept away without a trace by the bleak winds of autumn. Their love had been real; their parting was silent.
