Yu Sheng:
I don't know which choice is truly the best, but I have always believed in, and remained steadfast in, every decision you make.
As the train traveled through the long tunnel and drew close to the sunlight, I thought everything was moving in the direction I had hoped for. But just as the sun fell upon the old, weather-beaten train car, before it had a chance to gather even the slightest warmth, the sky had already darkened. In an instant, dark clouds gathered and everything turned surreal. All that was beautiful vanished. I don't know what to do next, or what I can hold on to to preserve the last shreds of faith in my heart. Yet I still believe, and have to believe, that one day everything will be all right, like the sun emerging from behind the clouds.
Liang Yiming:
We only have a few fleeting decades in this life. I'd rather have been with you once, creating memories so passionate and unforgettable that I could savor them for the rest of my life. Even if we were bound to part, it would still be better than feeling so lost now, wanting to reminisce with you about everything we've been through, only to discover that the story between us is pitifully thin and distant.
Author:
This story is an expanded version of the short story "Eleven to Two to Two." That story is part of this one, though some of the plot will be different.
I'll do my best to write it. I don't know when it will be finished, and updates will be irregular.
This story may not be popular, but as long as even one person is reading, I'll do my best to keep going.
