[A bumpy return to writing contemporary romance]
A gossip account breaks a romance story: a top-tier star and singer who rose to fame at a young age visits Yulin Road every Sunday without fail to meet her boyfriend in secret.
Jiayan has never been interested in this kind of gossip, unless one of the people involved is him.
No one knows that the dazzling star, with a bright future ahead of her, once had days so bleak and unremarkable that she considered ending it all.
And he has met this star fewer than three times. There is no way they could have any romantic connection.
A few days later, they meet again. Somehow, their conversation turns to that irresponsible report.
“What if the story is true? What if I’ve been secretly in love with you for years?” the woman suddenly asks. Jiayan’s pen pauses, and he looks up at the star, sitting on the sofa with a charming smile.
The room falls silent. The woman bursts out laughing, bending over. “No, no, nothing’s going on. It’s all made up. I was just joking.”
The man’s brow relaxes. After hesitating for a moment, he explains, “Don’t make jokes like that. There’s a term in psychology called transference. Some people project their past feelings onto their therapist. It can be dangerous. If that happens, you need to tell me immediately.”
Zhao Jiuzhang slowly shakes her head, speaking each word clearly: “No. That’s absolutely impossible.”
How many sincere words in this world are spoken as jokes? She has told many lies, but this one comes entirely from the heart. There is not a trace of falsehood in it.
Because this is the seventh year Zhao Jiuzhang has known Jiayan, and transference could never explain her feelings for him.
She had chosen this way to get to know him because she originally intended to say goodbye. Who could have guessed she had underestimated love? In the end, she had only trapped herself in her own web.
“I’m a huge star, and I’m losing my mind over you. Isn’t that enough to make you proud?” “But you’ve also made me lose my reason. You should be proud of that, too.”
From the song I wrote at sixteen to the letter I sent at twenty-six, what he gave back to me was an immortal summer.
(HAPPY ENDING. She pursues him in the first half, then he pursues her in the second.)
The title can be read as a melody echoing in a summer loop, or as a reply that spans many summers.
Theme: Growth.
Update quickly! Looking forward to the follow-up!