At university, Zhou Dechen was the moon hanging high in the sky. Falling in love with the moon was only natural.
Xu Muqiao spent four years gazing up at him.
She thought graduation meant goodbye, and that they would each go their separate ways and forget the past.
Love and friendship had never been necessities in her life.
Until graduation day, when he took her hand and asked, "How about we make a deal? Will you marry me?"
Xu Muqiao pretended she wasn't in love with Zhou Dechen, so she could stay by his side under the pretense of a contract.
Zhou Dechen pretended he wasn't in love with Xu Muqiao, so he could keep her by his side with the offer of a contract.
But Xu Muqiao couldn't understand why Zhou Dechen was always changing.
Sometimes she thought he felt the faintest spark of affection.
Other times, he could disappear without a trace.
Later, she learned that his moonlight had returned.
She chose to leave.
He angrily demanded,
"Xu Muqiao, is money all you care about?"
Those familiar, flippant words were enough to drown everything, like a silent tsunami.
"Who doesn't love money?"
Xu Muqiao smiled. The dream was over, and it was time to leave.
