(Absolute love, absolute tragedy)
The development of this work will be a bit slow because it is related to real life, but it will gradually move towards the main line in the later stages (there may be more emotional depictions in the first few chapters, so please be patient)
After thinking for a long time, I changed February 29th to Winter Moon 25th, because I discovered that the person I should love most in this world is actually myself. Winter Moon 25th is my birthday, and it is also the most painful day for my beloved mother.
In just eighteen years of life, everything was devastated and riddled with holes. Family, friendship, and love seem to have changed but are still strong. I love you, I love your broken and rotten soul, and I love the undercurrent in your empty eyes.
Many years later, the snapdragons grew moldy, the notebooks became dusty, and the orange soda passed its expiration date.
The only thing that hasn't changed is that I still can't learn to face your name calmly, whether I read it or write it, it's only ten years ago, but I have avoided it for so many years.
Yes, I am calm and open about everything except about you.
In the winter months of that year, it miraculously snowed in Beijing and Kunming. I lit the eighteenth candle to congratulate myself on surviving the coming-of-age ceremony.
I'm just wondering, are you afraid that this life will be the next life you promised me in your previous life?
Xiao Shihua, life is too bitter, even worse than Rotten Tomatoes. I don't want it anymore and I don't care about it either.
I am most duplicitous. If I say I don't love you, remember not to believe it.
Intention: love yourself