Summer Withers

With a hand against the cold city wall, I swallow the lonely glory. How can what we've lost ever be so easily made right?

He hurt her, abandoned her, and betrayed her. In this struggle amid a chaotic age, who was whose replacement, and who entrusted their love to whom?

"I still remember you, but I don't love you anymore. I don't want you anymore."

Where are those from the past? Only misty waters as far as the eye can see.

Summer is here, and self-heal should be withering too.

(This story was first posted under the pen name Lin Guiyi, but the author was so foolish that they forgot the password and had to make a new account to continue updating. Readers who don't know the whole story, please don't flame me.)

First published on Xiaoshuoba.