Jiang Qin would always remember that damp dusk. The milk Huai Ling handed her was still warm, but Huai Ling turned around and disappeared into the steam rising from the bathroom.
The shower ran all night. When Jiang Qin broke down the door, all she saw were cold droplets scattered across the floor and a winding red line on Huai Ling's wrist.
Three years as classmates, countless exchanged glances, and the evening breeze they secretly shared on the rooftop all became scars scabbed over on Jiang Qin's heart. She never understood why the girl who always texted "Are you asleep?" late at night had to drown all her troubles in the bathtub, or why the person who smiled and said "We'll never part" left her alone to drown in memories.
Now the shower still drips, but no one will ever open the bathroom door again. Curled up in the empty room, Jiang Qin finally understands the tear-blurred words in Huai Ling's diary: "My love for you is a moon drowned in the deep sea."
Theme: Seize the opportunities of the present
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