Xue Luo once asked the stars in the sky on a midsummer night why they said they couldn't have their own stars, and then God brought Xu Zhixia to her.
We met in the rush of midsummer and met in the sunset on the horizon, but we could only be forgotten in the long river of time, leaving only yellowed photos.
When Xue Luo was a teenager, she met someone who amazed her for a long time. Long enough that she forgot the boundary between reality and fantasy, long enough that she reconciled with the past, long enough that she learned many things, long enough that she healed her childhood trauma, long enough that she stood by the river and told the gentle evening breeze, I am going to start a new life.
Xu Zhixia heard a very familiar name in her brother's words. She thought hard but couldn't remember it.
"My Brother Xia has a sword that never grows old. This unpsychological freshman in our class is obsessed with you and talks about you every day!"
"What are you talking about? People don't necessarily know me, right? Where did you get this gossip?"
Xu Zhixia met a strange girl, a girl who talked about him every day but didn't want to see him.
We met again at the drinks rack in the campus supermarket
"Hello, do you also like to drink oriental leaves?"
"Average."
"Do we know each other?"
"I don't know."
"Well, let's get to know each other now. My name is Xu Zhixia."
"Xue Luo"
Intent: A story about domestic cold violence and campus verbal violence. The male and female protagonists may not actually have much contact with each other. I want everyone to persevere no matter what and run towards their ideal lives.