Her world, pressing the mute button in her senior year of high school. The noise faded away, leaving only vague echoes and the silent image of lips and teeth opening and closing. Su Wanyin walked into the university campus with this imprint of silence, like a mimosa growing on the edge of the hustle and bustle, carefully perceiving the world.
What he handed over was not pity, but a note that said "Don't be afraid, I'm here" and a pair of bright eyes that focused on the words on her lips. He was like a ray of light, penetrating her silent barrier and illuminating the corner. She couldn't hear the sound of the piano he played clearly, but she could feel the warmth flowing through her fingertips; his smile was the only clear channel in the noisy world.
He is the star of the finance department and the heir to a top wealthy family. She is Jing Shui from the Chinese Department, a deaf girl from an ordinary family. The class gap is like silence itself, silent but everywhere.
The deeper the love, the heavier the inferiority complex. She finally understood that there were some distances that could not be truly crossed. Her love has become a shackles to his future.
So, on another snowy and silent night, she chose the most silent exit. Leave a few words behind, erase all traces, like a drop of water blending into the silent deep sea.
Years later, her flowing words amazed the world, but it was difficult to piece together a complete heartbeat. He stands at the top of Vanity Fair. He may have a "suitable" partner by his side, but his eyes no longer have the starlight they once had.
Intention: Growing up in a desperate situation, without getting the moonlight