Jiang Weizhi died in that scorching July. The cicadas outside her window mourned her, and the drifting clouds wept for her.
She saw him. The boy walked toward her against the light, into the summer breeze. The corners of his lips tilted up in a carefree smile. She heard him say, "Xiao Muzhi, why are you crying again?"
The hands of time belonging to them would forever freeze at that moment.
That year, Jiang Weizhi was eighteen, and Xu Yinghuai was nineteen.
The world is already murky; sin and love sing the same song.
From No Guilt
Short tragic ending.
Theme: We will all have the most dazzling lives.
Woohoo, I feel so uncomfortable after watching this.