[Two female leads, short tragic story, beautiful sadness, regrets, a slow-blooming relationship, psychological]
[“A barren, withered wasteland” versus “a wandering butterfly”]
Weep with me, grieve with me, know my darkness, and promise me a spring morning.
Everyone I have ever loved has passed through my world.
They came in a hurry and left just as quickly.
I was left alone to guard my bitter memories.
I thought about dying. I wanted to be set free.
There are so many regrets. A dead tree will never bloom again.
But someone once said this to me.
She said, “Xu Ran, you’ve seen the flowers. Have you seen them?”
She said, “You’ll wait for countless blossoms and see countless bright spring days.”
She said, “Xu Ran, I love you.”
My name is Xu Ran. I love Shen An.
The writing is pretty good.