[Modern romance - rich family sadomasochism, urban love and marriage, no age difference, BE aesthetics, short romance, wealthy family + realistic aspirations are difficult to reconcile] When I was seventeen years old, it snowed for the first time in Beijing.
Lin Qingyun stood in the shadow of the trees on the avenue, her cold eyebrows swept over the person who bullied her, and she only said two words: "Let go."
The whole school knew that the young master of the Lin family never interfered in anyone's affairs.
Only Anxumo was his exception.
He secretly gave her answers to real questions, secretly stuffed warm milk into her stomach, and sent her home in the rain with half of his umbrella tilted toward her. He said, "I only care about you," said, "The world is stratified, but I can choose for myself," and "I will marry you when we graduate."
She believed it.
I spent my entire youth believing in the preference of a young man, thinking that sincerity could transcend family status, and that love could transcend class.
But the rules of the Lin family are not terms on paper, they are his father's heart, his frozen account, and the deportation order written in black and white to send him abroad.
He carried it for three years, held on for three years, and finally in the early morning, he said "I tried my best" and broke all the promises.
He belongs to his rich and beautiful family, and she keeps her ordinary world.
Ten years later, the snow in Beijing still falls every year. She flipped to the name in her address book, paused for two seconds, and locked the screen. His fingers touched the handle of the drawer - there was a yellowed old wrong question book locked inside - he paused for three seconds and took it back.
They looked at the same snow, no one knew.
Some people love is enough. Some dreams require waking up.
But I can't wake up.
