"The moon never speaks, but it embraces the sun with the entire night sky."
Song Shuyue, like her name, is a deserted moon.
After her parents divorced and started new families, she took care of her elderly grandmother alone. When she was seventeen, she transferred to Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. She was used to living alone, building a high wall with silence, until the first day of school, when the boy named Xu Xiangyang crashed into her world holding a basketball.
In the eyes of everyone, he is the proud son of heaven, with a good family background and a cheerful personality, but he is obsessed with her, the "hard ice". He would "happen" to stay and help her when she was on duty, he would magically take out warm milk when she had a stomachache, and when she was looking out the window in a daze, he would gently poke her back with the tip of his pen: "Song Shuyue, why doesn't the moon speak today?"
She never responded, but the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
In my senior year of high school, my grandma died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Song Shuyue's world collapsed. It was Xu Xiangyang who stayed outside the mourning hall for three days and three nights, holding her hand and saying, "You still have me." They confirmed their relationship on the day the admission notice from the best university in Jiangcheng came out, thinking that after surviving the darkest night, they would see the eternal dawn.
But fate never tells the price in advance.
During a physical examination in her senior year, Song Shuyue was diagnosed with a family hereditary heart disease, the same as her mother's, and the same as her grandmother whom she had never met. On the operating table, the twenty-one-year-old girl closed her eyes forever. Xu Xiangyang sat outside the ward night after night holding the wedding dress that she had not had time to wear.
Happiness did not come, and the gods did not hear.
Mission: Youth never ends
