The Evening Breeze Ruined That Moonlight

In Leng Yan's memory, He Muqing was a sunny young man who loved to smile and treated everyone with warmth and courtesy.

When they were together, she couldn't think of a single fault in him, except that he skipped their breakup dinner.

After all, it's only natural for people to never see each other again after a breakup.

They met again at a staff meeting about layoffs after Leng Yan's company was acquired.

He had become the person in charge of the acquisition, stern and serious, never cracking a smile.

He wielded the axe without hesitation, laying off most of the longtime employees, including Leng Yan.

Rumor had it that He Muqing had been deeply hurt in his previous relationship. After being dumped, he had fallen seriously ill, and afterward seemed like a different person.

A friend asked Leng Yan, "Aren't you his sister in name only? What was going on with his ex?"

Leng Yan hurriedly denied it. "His mother and my father broke up ages ago. Who said we're siblings?"

One day, Leng Yan found He Muqing passed out drunk outside her home, his phone clutched in his hand with the screen lit up.

The contact name on the page read [Girlfriend]. It was obvious he'd been blocked.

The chat was filled with messages from him alone, all repeating the same line:

Can we not break up?

Leng Yan knew that WeChat account better than anyone. It was hers.

[Cool, workaholic older woman x forward, flirtatious puppy-like younger man]

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The day Tang Yu discovered that her first love and her best friend were cheating together, snow fell over the city all day.

Betrayed by the two people she considered most important in the world, she became depressed, couldn't sleep, fell ill, and never got better.

The support group recommended by her therapist held immersive sharing sessions every month. The idea was simple: everyone would talk about how to move on from their trauma and embrace a new life.

Tang Yu let loose and made up a story, saying she'd fallen in love with a man who lived on the seventh floor.

Every morning at seven, he went downstairs to pick up the milk. He always wore pale blue shirts, and there was a red mole beneath his right ear. She boldly declared that before the next session, she would confess to him.

Just then, a man in a pale blue shirt with a red mole beneath his right ear walked in and sat among the group. Everyone looked at him as if fate itself had just appeared.

The man introduced himself. "I'm Su Jian'an."

That night, the elevator doors closed on the seventh floor, then opened again.

Su Jian'an held the doors with one hand, his expression earnest, as if he were saying something sacred. "I heard you like me. Would you like to... come over to my place?"

Tang Yu waved him off. "...I was just making it up."

The next second, he took her hand and said, "But I meant it."

*

Su Jian'an met someone who claimed to have a crush on him. After a night together, he discovered that everything about her was fake.

Her name was fake, her WeChat account was fake, and even her supposed crush on him was fake.

He wanted to know: apart from the woman who slept in his arms every night, was anything about her real?

Later, the two met again as strangers.

Su Jian'an brought Tang Yu home after finding her frozen and dazed in the snow. "You were so cool when you dumped me. Regretting it now?"

Snow fell outside the window. Tang Yu pointed to her heart. "It feels like this snow will never stop. I can't get warm anymore."

Su Jian'an lowered his head and kissed her finger, his eyes as clear and deep as a pool. "The snow has stopped here. Come into my arms."

Theme: In this world, sincerity is what matters