Late Summer Echoes

[Novel within a novel | Second person secret love] I am an editor. I edit other people's stories during the day and quietly write a book that belongs only to you at night. In the book, I only refer to you as "you", Everyone outside the book calls you Achao. I thought you were just too busy, I thought you just didn't want to pay attention to me, I thought you were just slowly alienating me. I wrote year after year, After waiting day after day, Still haven't waited for a response from you. It turns out there was some silence, It's not that I don't want to, No more. And I will never know. ——Xiaxia This is a story about secret love, growth and destiny. The protagonist is like the grass and trees in midsummer, searching for himself in the heat and confusion. There is regret in the story, but also the light of breaking the situation.