Have you not seen how those in high halls grieve at their white hair in the mirror? Black as silk in the morning, by evening white as snow.
“I’m Lu Chaoqing. Chao, as in morning sun, and Qing, as in youth. I’ll also be your top student for the next two years. It’s nice to meet you all.”
“Hey, deskmate, tell me your name.”
“Shen Muxue. Mu, as in dusk, and Xue, as in snow.”
“Then we’re pretty fated to meet. One of us is morning, and the other is dusk.”
Lu Chaoqing always kept his favorite mint candies in his pocket. He used to, and he still does.
Lu Chaoqing was like a ray of sunshine, breaking into his gloomy, lightless world and filling it with brightness.
They met in the height of summer, and in the height of summer, they made room for each other in their futures. Together, morning after morning and evening after evening, forever.
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