It's been a long time, but I haven't changed.
I've loved you for six years.
—— Lin Youjia's "Waste"
At the age of seventeen, Su Xiao glanced at the corridor and pledged his entire youth to Song Junchu. From a boy in a white shirt in high school to an old friend in the workplace, she followed his path for more than ten years, retracing his path and fighting against repeated defeats, becoming his fellow traveler. The birthday wishes that remain unchanged year after year, the secret heartbeat that remains the same year after year, receive no response or empathy. It turns out that loving him, all these long years, was ultimately a willing and complete waste.
Intention: All the years of attachment are wasted, and the deepest love is left to the old man alone