My heart sank into the ice cellar - it turned out that she was just like a shadow. From the distance of breathing, the two of them were sure that the other's eyes were full of disgust. Arts and sciences are divided into classes, and the Milky Way is divided. Xu Xingran was at the window of the liberal arts department, his gaze addicted, tracing the outline of the science corridor over and over again. Late at night, Lin Wan said a broken circle of friends, and she mustered up the courage to send a comforting private message. At the end of his second year of high school, when Lin Wan turned eighteen, Xu Xingran invested all his savings to buy the naming rights of a distant star. Hidden at the bottom of the gift box were twenty-four unsigned letters, which contained all the unspeakable, hot love and sorrow in her two years of dull youth. Lin Wan opened it, and the words exploded like thunder, making her fingertips cold. The overwhelming secret passion suffocated her, and finally, she trembled and rejected. The misunderstanding was finally torn apart, but the belated frankness left only desolation - already in panic and time
His eyes were as calm as water, completely frozen into a monument of silence.
Youth ends, one's love burns out, and one's emotions are sealed. The star named after love still hangs in the sky, and the undelivered kiss will always stop at the end of summer before turning eighteen, becoming a scar on the heart that howls through the air. Future? Youth has ended with a bang, and the answers are scattered in the wind. Is this the price to pay for misplaced love?
Intention: If you can't be as brave as a cheetah, then maybe you can be as brave as a snail