Midsummer Is Silent

At the age of seventeen, she was the untitled poem engraved on the corner of his desk; at the age of twenty-seven, she was the rest of his life that was suddenly interrupted and left only the manuscript. When the verdict of fate fell, he realized that everything lost and found was a carefully planned prelude to a farewell. "Chen Muye, don't hate fate, remember that we were so lucky to beat time." She fell asleep in his arms, and his world fell into eternal night.