After my eighth confession was interrupted, I decided to forget Jiang Yuzhou.
It wasn’t until the day he took a leave of absence that I learned the truth:
He had treasured all seven of my letters, but couldn’t bring himself to write back.
Lu Xingye burst into my world like a blazing fire,
but when the flames burned out, all he left behind was ash and a truth that cut to the bone.
It turned out that youth was an avalanche no one could escape.
We learned to say goodbye and learned what it meant to hurt,
and among the broken starlight,
we learned to recognize the true shape of ourselves.
A coming-of-age chronicle of a long unrequited love, silent devotion, and eventual reconciliation.
I forgot to change the title and tags. Just bear with them and enjoy the story.
