The Summer the Wind Blew Through

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They help each other heal. Some pure romance. Yu Jinye will have inner monologues and may act immaturely. Sorry about the writing. There may occasionally be some swearing. He smokes, but will quit for Nan Jingqiu.

Nan Jingqiu is very sensitive and cries easily. The plot is a little clichéd, with lots of back-and-forth: they get together, break up, then repeat.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed or what?"

The scolding pierced her ears. Nan Jingqiu looked up and saw Yu Jinye leaning against the railing at the end of the corridor, a cigarette between her fingers, its smoke scattered by the wind.

She smiled like she couldn't care less, and even her scolding had that lazy edge to it.

Nan Jingqiu froze.

The person she longed for most smoked and had a wild streak, yet still ranked in the top ten in their year. Everyone fawned over her and followed her around, and the teachers turned a blind eye.

Sunlight filtered through the corridor windows, slicing diagonally through the air and falling across Yu Jinye's face.

So beautiful.

Nan Jingqiu lowered her head, her heart pounding painfully.

May had begun to grow hot in Nancheng. The sunlight was so fierce that even when it streamed through the cracks, it felt as though it could pierce her heart. The crack that had always been there finally shattered in that moment.

So you aren't perfect either.

So there's a side of you I can't reach.

The wind blew from the end of the corridor, carrying the warmth of early summer and a hint of tobacco.

That year, summer was about to begin.

Later, Nan Jingqiu would always remember that May. She remembered how the sunlight passed through the windows, the shape of the drifting smoke, and the careless edge in that scolding voice.

She thought summer would last a long time.

She thought there would be many more days like that, when she could watch in secret, love in secret, and hide herself in the crowd.

But summer comes to an end.

The person she had hidden in her heart, and the city named after her, both became memories carried away by the wind.

Sweet and sour, bittersweet, with no ending.

Summer was almost over.

Please don't hate my characters for their personalities or think badly of them for crying. It's not their fault. Don't hate them.

You can hate me, but please don't hate them. They are based on real people.

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Theme: Summer comes to an end