In this bustling world, among countless people, only a few loved her. Shen Yu had once been one of them.
Wen Zhiyu used to be certain she was the special one. She threw herself into loving Shen Yu with all her heart, willing to temper her sharp edges and follow his pace. She thought they would be among the few who would weather the long years and walk side by side to the very end. Shen Yu accepted all her devotion, yet never made room for her in his plans for the future. He grew accustomed to her accommodating him, repeatedly letting misunderstandings take root and treating her sincerity as something he could set aside whenever he pleased.
Everyone urged Wen Zhiyu to stop before it was too late, but she stubbornly clung to that faint hope until disappointment after disappointment piled up into an uncrossable gulf. After an argument, Shen Yu's cold words became the final straw. Wen Zhiyu finally saw clearly that the "few" she had cherished in her heart had always been nothing more than a fantasy of her own. She quietly walked away, cut off all contact, and vanished completely from Shen Yu's world.
After they parted, Shen Yu's life carried on as usual. But in the quiet moments, the emptiness inside him grew increasingly clear. Slowly, he realized that the girl whose eyes had always been full of him was truly gone. Memories surged back, and belated remorse swept over him. Only then did he understand that what he had lost was Wen Zhiyu, the woman who had been willing to count him among the few people who mattered in her life.
He searched for her everywhere, setting aside his pride, wanting only to make up for the wrongs of the past. When they met again, Wen Zhiyu's expression was calm. The burning love with which she had once looked at him was gone.
He said, "I regret it. Do you still love me?"
And she said, "You used to be one of the few. But you're not anymore."
Theme: The regrets of youth
