One of Xu Nian's eyes is sick.
Everyone thinks she's weird, including herself.
Only Zhou Yu knows——
When she is serious, her eyes are bright; when she laughs at herself, her smile is crooked; when she writes in her diary, she says, "It's all made up."
He also knew that she smelled of sweet fruit mixed with medicine. She would purse her lips nervously when she was the monitor. She only dared to be her true self in a corner where she was not seen.
Zhou Yu's youth is a grand, silent gaze.
"I don't want hugs or kisses."
"I just want to look at you. Then, become good enough, good enough to take you to see the clear sky, good enough to let you see how good you are in my eyes."
Second edition
I'm used to looking for her in the crowd.
Look at the shadows her eyelashes cast in the light, look at the quiet arc of her neck when she lowers her head, and smell the sweet smell in her hair that is always mixed with a little ointment.
The world said she was vague, said she was dim, and said there was a fog in her eyes that wouldn't go away.
But only I know——
When the fog rises, she looks at me with the clearest eyes.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly when she smiled, the curl of her fingers unconsciously when she was silent, the words "It's sunny today" she wrote in the corner of her diary and then hastily crossed out.
Every frame makes my heart move more than all the scenery I have seen in the past ten years.
"Stay away from her." Occasionally I hear such a voice.
I just listened and continued with my routine.
My habit is to look at her.
My habit is to walk towards her.
My habit is to use all my youth to understand a silent sunrise that only I can see.
——They say that love is witnessing the grandest clear sky.
——But my clear sky is her eyes that are always raining.
Intention: True seeing is to go through all appearances and labels and reach the core of one's silence.
