——This book commemorates the end of Keigo Higashino
Some people say that the most terrifying thing about youth is never the blatant malice, but the obsession hidden in silence and festering silently.
The spring days are long, and the jasmine on campus blooms as scheduled every year, pure and fragrant, so gentle that it is not stained by a trace of dust. Jiang Yumo is like the most beautiful flower on this branch, clean, bright, gentle and open-minded, the gentle white moonlight that makes everyone's heart beat when they are young. She stood peacefully in the spring light, treated others purely, and had a soft heart. She never thought that being too dazzling and innocent would be the most dazzling sin in the eyes of others.
In the youthful time where light and shadow are scattered, some people are born towards the sun, while others are trapped in the shadows.
Xia Ran has been dormant in the corner of the crowd all year round, quiet, ordinary, and no one cares about her. She looked at the out-of-reach light, feeling envy, inferiority, and paranoia that no one could see her. It was an extremely contradictory emotion. On the one hand, he longed to be close to warmth, but on the other hand, he was wrapped up in layers of dark emotions, sinking every inch.
The wind stops when it meets the mountains, and the flowers fall when it meets the summer, but the human heart has no boundaries.
Bright tenderness leads to turbulent hostility, petty difficulties and secret exclusion spread silently. The estrangement and grudge between teenagers quietly breed, fermenting crazily in corners where no one notices. Underneath the peaceful campus, there are turbulent undercurrents. Deep in everyone's heart, there are unknown secrets, grievances and greed.
If you become obsessed with something, you will be a prisoner for half your life.
They once shared the same spring scene, watched the same flower bloom, met tenderly and purely when they were young, but ended up in the desolation that no one expected. All the silent prying, secret emotions, and unspoken thoughts eventually led to an irreversible regret.
The jasmine blooms as before every year, and the spring breeze comes as promised every year.
It's just that the people who were side by side that spring have been separated by mountains and rivers since then, and their way back has been cut off.
I give you jasmine, and I hope you will never leave me.
But the most cruel thing in the world is——
The flowers are still blooming, but the old friend has nowhere to return.
Intention: Obsession traps oneself, and one thought will eventually become a regret