Zhaozhao and the Record

Zhiwei: That midsummer, a lingering voice pierced his whole being, and he suddenly understood that this was the tenderness he wanted for the rest of his life. Later, when he held that tenderness in his hands, he kept a close watch over it, guarding his territory like a beast and letting no one trespass. But then that tender figure smiled and tried to leave. Clutching the last bit of warmth in his hands, he said with reddened eyes, “I won't let you go. Not even in death.”

Zhao Yu: All the warmth in his life growing up came from his older sister. No one knew how much the person who held his hand and guided him through childhood meant to him. But that hand slipped away when he was eight. He thought that even if he left, he would remain irreplaceable in his sister's heart. But when he returned, all he could do was stand behind her and watch her offer her hand to someone else. Later, when she took her hand back, he stood before him triumphantly and said with haughty confidence, “No one loves me more than she does, and no one loves her more than I do.”

Lin Yao: All her life, she had thought their family of four would stay together forever. So she fell in love with the person who carried her on his back, hurrying along in a panic. But later, that person carried someone else, and their family had been on the verge of collapse from the very beginning. She stepped back behind the yellow line, forcing herself to watch him love someone else with all his heart, the person who had always given her warmth. But later, like a thief, she stole her happiness and then hypocritically said, “Zhaozhao, I'm sorry. I have to be selfish this once.”

Liang Zhao: Dad said life's hardships are like diary entries, something you only need to write down. I've already made it through yesterday, and I'm ready to welcome tomorrow. I'm going to do what I truly want now. If you miss me, come see me.