Xia Yuyang

My name is Xia Yuyang, the melancholy sun of summer.

At twenty-three, I gradually came to believe what the blind bone-reader had told me: I would live a long life. It wasn't superstition. I believed that Heaven gave an ordinary life longevity in place of glory. All I could do was smile and accept it. What was wrong with living one more day, or even one more hour? Perhaps in that extra day or hour, I might meet you, while everyone else was already long gone. What would be wrong with a world containing only you and me?

Then I met you, shining so brightly, and my life began to shine too.

Beneath the night sky, I opened my eyes wide and made a wish on a shooting star about to streak across the sky. After all, wishing was free. And then a miracle really did happen: a shooting star came crashing down and hit me on the head, smashing my wish to pieces. The shooting star had it in for me. I fell to the ground and could never get back on my feet.

That year, I had just started my first year of high school. That year, I met Leng Xiao.