His Moon

Qi Yue came from a small town, carrying with her a sense of inferiority, sensitivity, and timidity. She secretly loved that bright, openhearted boy who seemed to shine like the sun for three years. But when they met again, the boy who had once been so spirited and dazzling had somehow fallen into an abyss, covered in mud. That night, Qi Yue stood at the entrance to a dim alley, listening to all kinds of filthy insults coming from within. She blinked her dry eyes and felt a surge of anger. She walked straight over and took off her coat. The girl's milky-white skin stood out in the dim light, a stark contrast of black and white. "Pick me instead of her." After a long while, a sharp click sounded, and a scarlet flame sprang to life. Qin Nanyang narrowed his eyes and exhaled a ring of smoke. "I didn't hear you. Say that again." Qi Yue's eyes instantly reddened. Qin Nanyang straightened her clothes and left her with one parting line. "It's windy at night. Little girl, get home early." Later, an anonymous post shot to the top of S University's forum. The flower of the Foreign Trade Department, Qi Yue, publicly declared that she liked Qin Nanyang, the playboy of the Finance Department. Onlookers: Do beautiful girls only care about looks? Brothers, see you on the rooftop tonight. Let's bet. Qin Nanyang isn't into her type. If those two get together, I'll eat shit while standing on my head. One day, the Photography Department captured a photo of Qin Nanyang walking Qi Yue back to her dorm. For the first time, warmth entered the man's usually expressionless eyes. Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it affection. Someone tagged the brother who had made the bet and told him to livestream himself eating shit. Others bet that their relationship wouldn't last a month. Yet, to everyone's disappointment, a month, two months, three months passed, and they were still together. Just as everyone was getting ready to congratulate the couple, news suddenly broke that they had split up. At sixteen, Qi Yue wrote in her diary: In the name of a passerby, I wish you peace and safety. At nineteen, Qi Yue wrote in her diary: May the sun hang high in the sky, never to fall, even if I am no longer there. That secret crush, known to no one, finally ended in the winter of December. Secret love comes true Theme: There are countless lights along life's journey, but only one shines brighter than all the others. Even if it eventually leaves, at least it once lit your way.