At ten, she said, "Shiguang, wait for me."
"Mm."
At fifteen, she said, "Shiguang, wait for me."
"Mm."
At twenty, she said, "Shiguang, goodbye."
"No."
He gave her nothing but endless indifference. She tried to melt his cold heart, only to discover that his indifference depended on who he was dealing with. The first time she saw him smile, her heart stirred. The second time, she was devastated. The next time she saw him smile, she felt conflicted: worried and helpless. Every time he smiled, she thought he was dazzling, but his smiles were never meant for her.
"Shiguang, goodbye." They would never meet again. He could be kind to everyone, just not her.
She always comforted herself with the thought that he had never smiled at a woman. Then that person appeared, and she finally decided to let go. Time passed. Shiguang was still Shiguang, but she couldn't hold on to him. So be it.
Later, however, she realized she had been wrong. It turned out everything...
