Shen Nanxing's youth was an airtight ward, and depression was a chain wrapped around her limbs, until Jiang Yi burned through the window lattice like a wildfire - he supported her dizzy body during military training, stuffed ice-cold mineral water into her palm, and smiled at her on the sidelines of the basketball court until his teeth were shining.
She hid this light in the whitened diary, counted the 137 steps he took on the same road, and traced his profile in the classroom reflection as he lowered his head to solve problems. Inferiority is her prison, she only dares to be a moss in the gutter, looking up at him who belongs to the scorching sun.
But the sunshine never belongs to anyone. Later, she saw Jiang Yi twisting the bottle cap of another girl, fending off the crowd for her, and holding her hand at the graduation ceremony. The last page of the diary stayed on a rainy night, and the ink was blurred by tears: "It turns out that he is the sun, which will illuminate everyone, except my rotten roots."
Many years later, at a class reunion, Jiang Yi toasted with his newlywed wife and asked her how she was doing with a smile. She clenched the medicine bottle on her sleeve and heard herself say "It's pretty good", just like she did every time she was asked "Are you okay?" The sycamore leaves outside the window covered the steps, just like that afternoon when he waved to her, but no boy would look back for her.
Highly recommended, great looking.