Gu Jiayan didn't understand until much later that the night she added the wrong WeChat account, what she sent was not a friend request, but a ticket to the past.
She and Xu Jiashu are like two books with different bindings but surprisingly similar inner pages. Every time we see each other's shadows, it's a "vibration" of our heartbeats. The first nine times shattered her defenses, and on the tenth time, he broke in. She thought it was the sound of her heart opening, but she didn't know that it was the last echo before her heart shattered.
They made a promise before the sickbed, but grandma did not wait for that day. Later, deception and concealment were like needles inserted into this relationship that was riddled with holes. They were like two children guarding the ruins, finding each other again and again after being disconnected, eager to rekindle the bonfire with those amazing tacit understandings, but found that the firelight illuminated deeper cracks.
From the secret words of "42" to the promise of "osmanthus honey", it took them three years to complete the entire path from "the gift of fate" to "a complete farewell".
When his last door slammed shut, the world returned to silence. She finally understood - she told the world eighteen lies just to find someone who wouldn't lie to her. But one is flying a fighter jet, one is flying a lie plane, one is flying in the sky, and the other is performing on the ground.
After his wake cleared, she dared to ask herself: How long can she wear the ring she got through fraud?
——There were two great silences in her world: once before meeting him, and once after losing him.
Sometimes we take the wrong path in order to enter the right life.
