Ye Mingyi always wears a silver tail ring on his little finger, which is the "celibacy" credo he has established for himself since he was eighteen years old. As an architect who grew up in Harbin, he has a cold-blooded character and an alienated personality. He firmly believes that intimacy is a waste, and only this ring can maintain a safe boundary from intrusion. It wasn't until Bai Qin died in the year when he loved her most that he put on the tail ring again in the fine snow at the funeral. He never took it off again and fell completely into an abyss of depression that he could not get out of.
Seven years ago at the Fengyang University Campus Culture Festival, Bai Qin, who was wearing a moon-white silk skirt, submitted a club application to him. Her eyes glanced at the tail ring on his little finger without asking any more questions. He only remembered her excellent resume and did not notice the light in this Ningcheng girl's eyes. At the graduation ceremony two years later, she confessed her love to him in person. She touched the back of his hand lightly with her fingertips and then took it back. She said softly and stubbornly, "I know what you mean, but I still want to tell you." But he turned around and refused as "inappropriate." Three years later, when they reunited at a friend's party, she was still wearing a silk skirt, and the stubbornness in her eyes had not diminished at all. He took off the tail ring for her for the first time, thinking that he could let go of his creed, but he didn't know that the ring had already grown into his bones.
In the following separations and reunions, he always put on the tail ring again when he felt uneasy, pushing her further and further away; she never made any noise, only said "I'm waiting for you", but she exhausted her life in waiting again and again. When he finally realized that he loved her deeply and was about to propose marriage, she was already terminally ill and smiled and said "No need" to him. He didn't understand the despair behind that sentence of relief. It wasn't until she passed away quietly that he realized that what he took off was never the tail ring, but her hope for survival; what he put on was not the armor of singleism, but the evidence of killing love with his own hands.
Concept: "Tail Ring" is not about describing the poignancy of love, but using a calm writing style to analyze a self-destruction "in the name of love".
