His Moonlight

[Synopsis]

After both her parents died, Gu Qingqing transferred schools to take care of her grandmother and became Chu Yan's deskmate.

Chu Yan either slept or played games in class and often skipped school. He didn't look like a good student.

Gu Qingqing didn't keep her distance. Instead, she deliberately got closer to him.

When Chu Yan was five, his mother was killed by a truck, and his father's mistress took her place.

Twelve years later, the truck driver who had killed Chu Yan's mother murdered the mistress and her illegitimate son.

Everyone but Chu Yan thought it was a case of just deserts.

On the day the mistress died, Chu Yan placed white chrysanthemums in front of his mother's gravestone and said calmly, "I've avenged you. Rest in peace."

Chu Yan lay on a beach bathed in moonlight, the scent of the sea filling his nostrils. The sea breeze brushed his slender hand as he held his phone.

"Deskmate, have you decided which university you want to go to?"

"A local university."

"Then I'll apply to that one too."

Gu Qingqing froze. After a long silence, she asked, "...Why?"

"Because it'll be easier to pursue you," he replied.

Her heart suddenly raced, and Gu Qingqing didn't know what to say. When neither of them spoke, the sound of the waves was strikingly clear, right beside their ears, lapping against their eardrums again and again. She could almost feel the cold seawater and smell the sea.

The seawater flowed gently with the river of time into the depths of the night. Gu Qingqing spoke softly: "You don't have to pursue me... I like you too."

"Let's start dating after we graduate from high school." Her voice was as gentle as moonlight.

In her previous life, the peach blossoms fell. The following year, they bloomed again as always, but he did not lounge lazily in the peach tree as he had before, listening to her play the zither.

She waited as the peach blossoms fell and bloomed again, but he never came to marry her. Instead, she received news of his death.

The peach blossoms were breathtakingly beautiful that day, the whole tree ablaze with delicate red blooms, as if it had melted into spring.

She drank poison beneath the peach tree.

Theme: Understand the ways of the world without becoming jaded; experience its cynicism while holding on to your innocence.