Yudu

When Jiang Yu was sixteen years old, he met Zhou Du. She liked him from high school to senior year, from Shanghai to Nanjing, from QQ space to Moments. She filled an entire sketchbook with his profile, gave him gifts anonymously on his birthday, and stood on the outskirts of the crowd when he was playing ball, pretending to be passing by. But she never said it. It's not that I don't dare, it's that I can't. She was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease in her sophomore year of high school. In the following ten years, she endured dialysis, waiting for a kidney source, and transplant surgery all by herself. She was afraid of dragging him down, so every time he came close, she backed away. He doesn't know this. He only knew that the girl always lowered her head, always avoided him, and always turned away before he spoke. Sixteen years later, they finally agreed to meet. He was ready to say the words he had been holding back for half his life, and she was ready to confess all her secrets. But that afternoon, she collapsed on the way to the appointment - heart complications, and she never woke up. She left behind a dozen diaries and a box full of drawings, all of him. After reading it, he realized that this secret love was never a one-man show for her. For the next thirty years, he remained unmarried, guarding her tomb and painting her one stroke at a time, just as she had painted him. Some things are said too late for a lifetime. For some people, if they miss a moment, they miss a lifetime.