Stars Like These

[A Note Beforehand] 2026.11.1

This was probably something I dashed off around 2015 (I touched up the formatting in 2020). For some reason, I wrote it in first person back then. The 2026 version of me can’t relate to the person I was eleven years ago at all. Looking back now, it’s awful, really awful, unbearably awful. It’s pure cringe literature: awkward, childish, and pretending to be mature. I was only a teenager then... So don’t read it. I haven’t deleted it or locked it because, well, even an ugly child is still your own child. You can’t just throw it away, can you? So don’t read it... That’s all.

[Blurb]

I suddenly remembered a bright autumn day. I was half-reclining in a beach chair, while Gu Yichen bowed his head slightly. His thick, long lashes cast a perfect little shadow over his eyelids. Holding a copy of Pride and Prejudice, he parted his lips and translated a passage into elegant, melodious Chinese.

What was that passage again?

“I cannot say at what hour, or what place, or what look, or what words first made me love you. It was too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

Those words from a book have become a prophecy at last.

Gu Yichen, my heart is full of joy that I was able to meet you in this lifetime.

Theme: May we joyfully meet in this lifetime.