Lu Xingchen is a silent victim of school bullying, until Chen Shiqi appears like a ray of light in his dark world. She takes a punch meant for him and helps him leave the shadows behind. As they spend time together, their lonely hearts gradually draw close. But fate has other plans: Chen Shiqi is suddenly diagnosed with stomach cancer.
Lu Xingchen stays by her side through countless nights and days of chemotherapy, telling jokes at her bedside and writing down wishes with her in the snow. They promise that when spring comes, they’ll go see the cherry blossoms together. But before winter has even ended, her life fades away.
Spring finally arrives, and the cherry blossoms bloom as promised. Lu Xingchen stands alone beneath the falling petals and looks up at the sky. There are no poems up there, only endless stars, shining silently.
This BE romance novel is like a cup of bitter coffee with ice. When I first read it, I was firmly grasped by the hot and awkward feelings between the protagonists - he clumsily concealed his care with possessiveness, and she was repeatedly pulled between pride and heartbeat. Those small temptations and accidental tenderness were like the flickering sparks in the dark night, which made people look forward to the moment when a prairie fire started. But the author decided to extinguish all the light with his own hands. It's not a bloody misunderstanding, nor is it a deliberate obstruction by the villain, but the cruelest handiwork of fate: they clearly see each other's intentions, but are separated by the gulf of reality; they clearly have the opportunity to take a step closer, but because of a belated explanation and an unexpected mistake, they completely take a different path. The ending stopped at that drizzling afternoon many years later. He saw her holding someone else's child on the street corner. When she looked up, there was only polite strangeness in her eyes. There was no heartbreaking cry, only a sigh that was blown away by the wind when he turned around, but it was more suffocating than any fierce conflict. After closing the book, those unspoken "I love you" and unfulfilled promises are like tiny needles, densely pierced in the heart, and cannot be relieved for a long time - perhaps this is the magic of BE, which makes love always alive in regrets, and also allows readers to remember the unfulfilled time in a sense of loss.
It's really good, rich in content, and detailed psychological description. Come on 👍👍👍