You Are Yaoyao, I Am Zhaozhao

At sixteen, Zhou Yao saw the name "Ye Chao" for the first time on the class assignment honor roll. She didn't yet know that this graceful name would come to fill her entire youth. Years later, she finally understood those two names. His name meant dawn, the morning sun, not dazzling but scorching. Hers meant distant, nowhere to be seen. He vanished without a trace from her world, while she carried his light with her and walked alone through the long years of growing up.

A mutual secret crush, and a silent missed connection. At first, it tastes as sweet as orange soda; in retrospect, it leaves the bittersweet aftertaste of an entire youth.