He Xu saw Jiang Yun again one winter evening, when the fog hung thick in the air.
The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow. Across the road, Jiang Yun wore a light brown coat, her black hair loosely pinned at the nape of her neck, two books held in her arms. She was as elegant and composed as ever.
At the waiting area in the middle of the crosswalk, Jiang Yun walked straight past him with the crowd. The greeting He Xu had yet to utter caught in his throat, then sank back down.
After Jiang Yun left without a word, he had searched for her in secret for three years. He had imagined countless ways they might meet again, but never this.
Bitterness and resentment welled up in He Xu once more. He gave a self-deprecating smile. He was still wearing the glasses she had given him, while she seemed to have long since forgotten who he was.
Of course. The gentlest people can also be the coldest. Perhaps she had always seen him as nothing more than someone passing through her life.
| Unrequited love from the male lead / mutual healing
| Psychogenic depression x mild color vision deficiency
Theme: Have the courage to break free of your chains
