I spent five years living as a shadow in his memory.
Learn her hairstyle, imitate her tone, and use a stolen photo to become the "perfect soul" he talks about in the virtual world.
Until the day when the vest fell off, he reached out to me against the light: "I have been waiting for the original you."
I thought the rain had stopped and the light finally shone in.
Until I heard my cousin's name again in his drunken murmur.
It turns out that some locations are never first come, first served.
It turns out that in this youth-consuming gamble, I was always just his Plan B.
——This article is dedicated to all the Xiguang that no one knows, and to us who finally learn to shine for ourselves.
Purpose: The essence of this story is not to praise the deep love of secret love, but to dissect the illusion of secret love.