Seventeen-year-old Shu Yi was left behind that night.
The damp air, the muddy alley, the dim streetlights.
And the unfinished kiss Qin Huai left on her lips.
Her arms reaching out in the darkness, the hurried beating of a heart by her ear, became the last glimmer of light in her murky, miserable life, like a moth flying into a flame.
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We were made for each other.
1. Various cautious/perfect x delinquent pairings, saving each other
2. HE, 1v1, school life
3. My blurb-writing is terrible, don't believe it. This isn't angst =v=
