Lin Ting's youth was once like orange soda in midsummer, with sweet bubbles.
Because of the young man named Duan Qingyu, she thought she was the luckiest girl in the world.
He would whisper "Don't be afraid, I'm here" during evening self-study during a power outage. He would hold her hand in the noisy playground as if no one else was around. He would kiss her forehead at the top of the Ferris wheel and promise peace every year.
She thought it was a preference given by the gods, but she didn't know that it was the young man's final act of facing death.
Later, the cicadas stopped chirping and the evening breeze was cool.
He left behind a grand and cruel scam when she was eighteen years old and disappeared from the world.
It wasn't until many years later, when the truth fell with the first snow, that she finally understood the despair and affection hidden in the smell of mint tobacco.
Purpose: Some people appear in your life just to teach you how to love and be loved. Then turn around and leave, becoming a scar that cannot be healed for the rest of your life.