He has been in love with Wei Shuyi for ten years.
From the first line of my name in my diary when I was sixteen, to the words "I'm waiting for you" that I swallowed when I was saying goodbye at the airport when I was eighteen.
He wrote all his thoughts in those years into letters, one letter every month, and sent them to an address that he would never reply to.
What he didn't know was that Wei Shuyi had not received any of those letters.
At the age of twenty-eight, Xiao Ye put on a suit for his younger brother who had escaped from marriage and married the eldest son of the Wei family.
On the wedding night, Wei Shuyi handed over an agreement: "It will last for three years, and everyone will get what they need."
Xiao Ye signed his name with a smile and locked the ten years of wishful thinking into the bedside table.
He thought this was a deal, and he would keep to himself and not cross the line.
Until one day, Wei Shuyi found a box of unopened letters in her old house——
The date ended ten years ago, and the last letter read:
"Brother Shu Yi, today I decided that I don't like you anymore."
The man who had always been cool and self-possessed, his eyes turned red for the first time in front of Xiao Ye.
It turns out that what they missed was never more than one decade.
It turns out that every one of those letters filled with longing has fallen into dust.
It turns out that what he thought was a one-way secret love was a two-way, long, and unknown wait.
