In the heart of Su Wanwan, there is a moon she dares not speak of: Huo Sijue.
Its light was etched into her during high school. Through gaps in the crowd and from the end of the hallway, she watched him from afar, like someone gazing up at a star moving along its ordained path: bright, dazzling, yet impossibly distant. Then time washed over those days, graduation came, and they went their separate ways. That starlight sank into the deep sea of her memories, becoming an old dream that lay silent in her heart, yet always smoldered faintly.
Until a reunion many years later.
Amid the clinking of glasses, she almost thought time and space had shifted. That face, those features, so closely resembled the starlight in her memories that her breath nearly stopped. But he wasn’t Huo Sijue. His name was Huo Chengyuan, and his manner carried a different kind of composure and depth, like a silent sea beneath the night sky. Knowing it was like drinking poison to quench her thirst, she still couldn’t help drawing near this warm illusion. Clumsily, she pieced together the light she had lost through him, treating him as a harbor where she could shelter for a while.
Then the truth suddenly came to light. Huo Chengyuan smiled and said, “My elder brother Sijue just came back from overseas.”
Su Wanwan’s white moonlight had returned.
For a second, the world seemed to fall silent. The star she had looked up to and the harbor she had relied on for warmth were brothers by blood. In that instant, a crack split open in the dam within her heart, which had seemed so solid. She couldn’t tell whether the sudden surge of emotion was for the white moonlight she had lost and found again, or for the real, tangible man beside her, who had quietly come to occupy her gaze.
She began a silent journey, seeking the shore her heart truly desired between the starlight of an old dream and the deep sea before her.
