He was the notorious “problem kid” at Chengnan Vocational High School. Fighting, skipping class, and hanging around on the streets were part of his daily routine. Sheng Xia, on the other hand, was Beijiang No. 1 High School's star student: a class representative in the honors class, a Grade 10 pianist, with a smile that was always bright and gentle.
One summer afternoon, he was smoking at the mouth of an alley, covered in bruises. She wandered into the gloomy street, her skirt pristine and her eyes clear, and handed him a handkerchief printed with daisies. “Hey, do you... need any help?”
At that moment, a gentle breeze seemed to stir the barren river of his heart, empty for nineteen years, and everything began to grow wildly.
But he knew he was trash, rotting in the mud, while she was the bright moon in the night sky. All he could do was fill a diary stained with blood and cigarette ash with her name, obsessively watching the light that could never belong to him.
Later, on a summer night when the cicadas' cries seemed to tear the world apart, she crossed the dark, damp alleyways and found him curled up in a corner. Moonlight poured down like water. She opened her arms, her voice gentle yet firm. “Ji Jiaoyang, the moon has come running to you.” “Will you... hold her tight?”
The young man looked up in a daze. Through tear-blurred eyes, he finally got his wish and pulled his moon into his arms, holding her tight.
Cocoa is okay
Looks pretty good