Xu Jiaxi stared at the gravestone before her. The inscription was clear: Tomb of Gu Jiaren, wife. Fu Linfeng's name was carved at the bottom left. In early April, a cool mountain breeze blew by. Xu Jiaxi wrapped her coat more tightly around her slender frame. Her heart was colder than her body. Xu Jiaxi thought: Gu Jiaren had spent her brief life giving everything. What had she gained? A cold gravestone, or Fu Linfeng's lifelong guilt over her? If it was the latter, perhaps it had been worth it.
After years of entanglement, Xu Jiaxi and Fu Linfeng had still somehow missed each other in the end.
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Come on, good writing,
It was pretty good, the heavy rain on the first night of my senior year, the sweltering classroom, the crowded second floor during lunch time, Teacher Zina's English punishment, and the hard work of moving books as a senior in high school. Yes, I insist on watching.
Miss Dong dong dong dong dong~fighting~fighting~
The writing is pretty good, it reminds me of my high school days.