Mint, Yet Unwritten

Lin Wanyan had secretly loved Lu Zhixia for three years. Mint candy was his favorite flavor, or so she had always thought. She filled three pages of her classmates’ autograph book, ending with, “Wishing you a bright future.” On graduation day, she finished writing her confession, then turned around, tore it to pieces, and threw it in the trash. The words in that letter would remain forever in the summer she was eighteen.