A piece of yellowed paper was teetering on the desk. Lin Xizhao reached out to pick it up, "Close to the light and become the light."
Lin Xizhao spent five years getting closer to the light.
Ten years are the youth of a girl, five years that Lin Xizhao will smile after thinking about it. Within five years, Lin Xizhao has grown long hair, and Lin Xizhao has recognized the light that she has always been. When the light shines into the darkness, Lin Xizhao actually loses the joy and excitement of her youth. Lin Xizhao stood there that day, wearing a cheongsam. The cheongsam vividly outlined Lin Xizhao's figure. She looked at the light that she had imagined standing beside him countless times. Lin Xizhao could not talk and laugh. All the lights that day gathered around him, and the halo highlighted his hair. It was a scene that Lin Xizhao had imagined countless times in the past five years.
In Yu Zhaoyang's five years of life, he had heard Lin Xizhao's name. He admired her confident posture in demolishing the opponent's arguments on the court. Suddenly one day Lin Xizhao broke into his life. He thought she was silent, thought she was indestructible, and thought she was mature. Then one day, Lin Xizhao took off all disguises, with a smile on her face. She lowered her head in the sun. He was stunned and restrained the right hand he wanted to extend.
Ten years later, two parallel lines suddenly intersect. Is it a blessing?
Intention: Towards the light, to become the light