"Actually, I've always known she liked me," Xia Shengze said calmly.
"Then what kind of person do you think she is?"
"She's a wonderful girl. She just happened to meet me." From beginning to end, he had always felt that meeting each other was a mistake.
"Then did you ever love her?"
Xia Shengze fell silent. He sighed helplessly. "Back then, I didn't know how to turn her down."
After learning all this, Li Zhixu had gone mad. She had never believed he didn't love her, not until today.
Later, at graduation, he sang "The Wind Is Rising" onstage. It was beautiful.
The wind rose, and her love slowly blew away with it.
She said, "Let this song bring my youth to a close. Just as the saying goes: when the song ends, everyone goes their separate ways."
Long afterward, she opened one of her high school books, and a yellowed little note fell out. The handwriting was hard to make out, yet somehow both familiar and strange.
He had written: "I'm sorry. Between you and your future, I chose the latter."
Theme: The wind has risen. It's time to let go.
