Lin Zhixu has been in love with Chen Xubai for fifteen years.
From hiding his old schoolbag at the age of fifteen, to calling him "sister-in-law" with a smile at his engagement party at the age of twenty-two. She had drawn hundreds of profiles of his face, from boyhood to youth. The paper was yellowed and his thoughts were moldy. Everyone praised her for being sensible. Even he patted her on the head and said, "We know that Xu deserves the best."
Only she knows that the word "brother" is so easy to pronounce, and the words "I love you" are rotten in her stomach.
She thought that the moon in this life would be rusty.
Until Jiang Ye appeared——
The veteran who has a scar on his right hand and runs a car repair shop will always smell of engine oil and rust. He picked her up from the trash can on a rainy night and said "it can still be used after being exposed to the sun"; he saw her vomiting until it was dark outside the restroom of a bridal shop, and took her to the hospital without any reason, and hung up the call from her "brother"; on the day she moved, he picked up a box full of secrets and folded the hundreds of profiles in silence under the streetlight without saying a word.
"I'm not Chen Xubai," Jiang Ye puffed out his cigarette, his eyes cutting through her like a dull knife, "I won't let you go."
But later he was the one who welded a silver holder to her heart that had been rusty for seven years and said:
"The rust cannot be removed, but the moon is still there."
