The Long Night Grows Faint

[A self-conscious, sensitive, clearheaded heroine who grows into herself VS a proud, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted favored son of heaven who guides her]

[He secretly loves her | Secret love becomes mutual | A healing romance | Both are each other's first and a happy ending]

Some kinds of love are about possession. Some kinds of love mean letting go.

I choose the second kind.

Not because I'm noble.

But because I know:

The best kind of love lets her become a better version of herself.

Then I stand at a distance and applaud her.

"You are the only light I want to draw near to."

Theme: Build your own future. Never depend on anyone else.