Lin Shile couldn't say "I love you".
It's not that I don't want to. It can't be.
She swallowed everything she said.
Shen Cuo didn't dare to hear "I love you".
It's not that I don't want to. I don't believe it.
She received many "I'm sorry"s.
So when Lin Shile handed over the orange, her first reaction was not "so sweet", but "will this be the last time?"
One cannot say anything.
One couldn't believe it.
They met in autumn, got close in winter, and were forced to separate in spring when their love was strongest.
Eight hours of time difference, 10,000 kilometers, and a "good night" that can't wait for a reply.
In the autumn of the next year, Lin Shile received an iron box.
Dry orange peel, yellowed paper, and a ginkgo leaf. There is a line of very small words on the back of the leaf:
"Shile, in the next life I will be a tree and you will be another. We don't need to talk, just stand in the wind."
She finally spoke out.
Those three words.
Facing an empty room. No one heard.
She spent her entire youth loving someone she couldn't express.
And that person spent his whole life waiting for her to speak.
Intention: Love that cannot be expressed is as hurt as the person who is pushed away.