The loves and heartbreaks of youth, ambitions and desires that seem out of reach: Without feelings, if we were rational, reasonable, and cold enough, would we no longer feel hurt or sad? Would we be able to achieve all we hoped for? So she and he both learned restraint, silence, and calm, just to make it through those quiet moments in life. I call it learned emotional loss.
Many years later, no matter how hard Shang Yanran tried, she could barely remember the morning she first met Chen Mao. It had been such an ordinary morning.
An ordinary morning, ordinary sunlight, hardly any wind, a comfortable temperature, and an ordinary girl who appeared in an ordinary way.
But that's often how it is. So many things that shape half our lives arrive in quiet moments like these.
What were Chen Mao's girlish dreams? To come in first, to become student council president, to prove she wasn't as foolish as people thought, to show that she had some talent. And to pursue an ambition she could never put into words.
But if, if fate was willing to give her a romantic page in her shoujo manga, she wouldn't refuse.
Young love is a beautiful mistake. In the end, we all find our way to what is right.
Seven years was a long time. Shang Yanran had forgotten Chen Mao's face. Memories tend to make the past look better, but when she saw her, she knew just how poor her imagination had been.
