"The golden light piercing the branches dormant in the blood, and finally condensed into the ice mist that beats the pulse, boiling for the last time before the snow fell..."
Lin Shuye is the most contradictory existence - silent but always in the spotlight. Shang Yu will always remember the day they first met. He stumbled and knocked over her textbook. When he looked up, the tips of his ears were red: "... I'm sorry." That smudged red burned into her heart like a soldering iron, bringing to life the monotonous world in her eyes.
In English class, he picked "Moon" as his English name. Shang Yu looked at the shining young man on the podium and suddenly grabbed a pen and wrote on the scratch paper: The moon cannot be picked off, but the moonlight can be stolen.
Lin Shuye always felt that he was a person in a dream, living in the gap between reality and dreams.
It wasn't until that Wednesday night after self-study that Shang Yu blocked him at the narrow staircase.
"For you." She handed over the rose-colored envelope tremblingly.
The boy didn't answer. His voice was icy in the shadows: "Don't waste your time on me."
The moonlight split from the window, separating the two people on both sides of light and darkness. Shang Yu finally saw clearly that the silent Cambridge had long been cut off by his own hands.
The moment the rose letter floated into the trash can, she heard the ship capsize in her heart. It turned out that all the heartbeats were just her wishful thinking and indulging in the dream attached to him.
A blizzard arrives on New Year's Eve. Shang Yu threw the torn diary into the wind and snow, and when he turned around, it crashed into his warm chest——
Lin Shuye clutched the rose letter paper that was stuck with tape, and there was a storm in her eyes that she had never seen before:
"What you said about stealing moonlight... Does it still count?"
Intention: With unabashed love, I try to melt the ice in your heart
