Sixteen-year-old Lin Xi thought that her love was walking side by side on the campus paths covered with the shadows of camphor trees, it was Zhou Yu's gentle and downcast profile when he patiently explained ancient prose to her, and it was a tacit fingertip touch in the afternoon sun. She moved forward full of longing, running towards the broader distance she longed for.
But the young boy Zhou Yu, like a silent giant, stubbornly chose the path of science that was contrary to his own talent, running awkwardly in the opposite direction behind her step by step. He gave up the liberal arts that he was good at and gnawed on obscure formulas with his weak scientific thinking; during the intense preparation for the senior year of high school, he traveled half a city to see her every week to bring her a little comfort and warmth; he worked several jobs in a remote university just to save money to take her to see the sea she mentioned casually.
Lin Xi walked forward so fast and so focused that he never looked back. The figure who was panting and stumbling in an effort to get closer to her was already exhausted. She built high walls with complaints, used suspicion as a weapon, and took his efforts for granted. In the end, during the hysterical quarrel, she personally pushed away the hands that had held her tightly.
It wasn't until time passed and the truth emerged that Lin Xi suddenly realized that it was never the far physical distance that destroyed everything, but that she had never truly seen his efforts, and had never understood the heavy and hopeless love behind his silence.
Intention: youth, regret