When Xu Qingcheng was sixteen, she met two boys. One was like the moon in deep winter, shining from far away without a word. His name was Jiang Du. The other was like the summer sun, smiling without a care in the world and never getting angry. His name was Zhou Ye. She thought it was just an ordinary stretch of high school, and only much later did she understand that the moon hid a body covered in wounds, while the sun swallowed all its tears. And she herself spent three years learning the same lesson: It's okay not to be good enough. You can shine brightly even while you're afraid.
