Meeting Lin Xing was on a sunset.
Parting from him was also on a sunset.
Turns out we were never meant to be together from the beginning to the end. The threads of fate never connected ...
Extra 1
On the night of Jiang Rou's birthday, Lin Xing wrote a letter back to Song Huan, and also sent back the letter from eight years ago.
"Ms. Song, your letter."
Song Huan, wearing her pajamas, yawned as she opened the door: "Who would send me a letter so late at night?"
She took the letter and thanked the staff member.
Song Huan closed the door, sat on the sofa, and tore open the outer packaging.
Suddenly, a name pierced my heart like a blade.
Sender: Lin Xing.
She hadn't seen Lin Xing for a long time.
Song Huan's body trembled slightly as she carefully opened the envelope, afraid of damaging it.
Song Huan saw a familiar envelope again, and her heart tightened.
It was an envelope decorated with pink paper and covered with the trendiest stickers from high school.
Although it was yellowish and didn't look like pink, Song Huan could still recognize it at a glance as the birthday gift she had given to Lin Xing years ago.
The other letter looked newly written, the paper shiny white.
Song Huan slowly opened it:
My first love, Song Huan:
When you were young and full of life, you gave me a letter as a birthday gift.
There's something really absurd, you know? I'm only seeing this letter, which contains all the emotions of my youth, eight years later.
Ah Qiu, let me tell you a secret: I fell in love with you in just one class period back then.
You are the underwater treasure I've been searching for in my mysterious blue ocean.
The only regret is that I am not the one who will find your treasure.
I have felt regret and remorse, but time cannot be turned back.
So let it all go; it's all already happened.
Look forward, towards something higher.
Lin Xing
December
Song Huan stared blankly for a few seconds, then self-deprecatingly put the envelope away in a corner.
Return the letter, return the letter, return everything she had.
That letter from eight years ago, in the end, was a cruel joke played by fate, and it ended badly.
Song Huan already knew that when Lin Xing sent the letter back, they would ultimately become strangers.