She chased him for two years. He ran away from her for seven years.
In his sophomore year of high school, Lin Shaosu opened the back door of Class 3 and borrowed Song Zhiye's English notes. Sending strawberry milk, writing small notes, and blocking his fists—she spent her entire high school years trying to warm up the boy who was isolated from the whole world.
On the day after the college entrance examination, she folded 520 stars to confess her love. He didn't come. He left without leaving a word. She picked up the broken stars one by one and hid them in the deepest part of the closet. The curtains in her home were never opened again.
When we met again seven years later, he was an upstart investment banker. In the conference room, he criticized her design plan: "This home is missing a ray of light."
She sneered: "Mr. Song, you don't even have a home, what do you know about light?"
His eyes were red: "That's why I understand."
He didn't know that he was hidden in every design she made - the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the open kitchen, the lemon yellow walls. It was the home she drew for them when she was seventeen.
She didn't know that he bought every house she designed and lived in that lemon yellow wall. Every sleepless night in New York, he looked through her works.
"You said that the sunlight shining on the lemon-yellow wall is like a hug. Lin Shaosu, I have wanted to hug you for a long time."
She pushed him away: "Song Zhiye, you owe me seven years."
"It will take a lifetime to pay it back."
She smiled until tears fell from her eyes: "What you say doesn't count. What I say counts."
——You are the sun I lost. This time, I will chase you.
