During my sophomore year in high school, rumors abounded.
The way Li Jinnian looked at Xia Yan became a tacit secret among most people. Rumors spread from the corridor to the office, like a thin layer of paper that no one dared to break, but no one could really see.
She is a student and she is a teacher. This line is drawn there, harder to cross than anything else.
So Li Jinnian took back her approaching steps and used the most clumsy way to protect the person she least wanted to hurt. Xia Yan submitted his resignation at the end of the semester and disappeared quietly into the sea of people.
Three years later, class reunion. The lights in the box were dim, and they looked at each other across the round table. Li Jinnian was already a freshman at that time, and Xia Yan was no longer her teacher. The emotions that had been suppressed by identity, age, and worldliness for many years finally resurfaced on an equal footing.
They began to make contact, approaching cautiously. Like two drowning people who finally touched the driftwood, they knew they couldn't do it, but they were greedy for that moment of warmth.
But——
The short-lived beauty cannot be retained after all.
When some people meet, the ending is already written from the beginning. It's not that I don't love it, it's that I can't. It's not that I'm not brave enough, but I know too clearly that when a moth flies into the flame, it's not just its wings that are burned away.
After that summer, they all learned to say goodbye.
——Some confessions only come once in a lifetime. If you miss it, it will last a lifetime.
Concept: How excessive protection and cowardice caused two people in love to bury the possibility with their own hands.