Ye Qingliu lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
In a dark corner, Yi An's fingertips, painted with rose-gray nail polish, dug deeply into the carved door frame, and the gold-plated pocket watch on his chest suddenly made a slight noise of gear jamming.
The holographic photo embedded in the back of the dial was flashing. It was the image of sixteen-year-old Hua Yueyao smiling at her while holding the trophy at the Chopin Competition awards ceremony.
Yi An looked at the flour and jujube paste crumbs on Chen Chunhua's apron, as well as the oil stains on Ye Qingliu's cuffs - these imperfect and rough marks were like some kind of silent resistance.
In a trance, Yi An once again saw the sixteen-year-old Hua Yueyao standing beside the piano, with a slight smile on her lips and gentle eyes, like a white camellia that never fades.
Yi An stared at the face and seemed to hear the sound of rain from twenty years ago.
At that time, she and Hua Yueyao were inseparable cousins. They learned piano together, stole roses from the garden together, and shared their girlish secrets in the attic together.
Yi An remembered that Hua Yueyao always called her "An An" with a smile, gently touched her forehead with her fingertips, and said, "You are always so stubborn."
But what happened later...?
Later, Hua Yueyao married the person she loved.
——A business marriage, a match made in heaven.
Ye Qingliu nestled in Chen Chunhua's arms, his body slightly curled up like a young animal seeking shelter. Chen Chunhua's fingers gently combed his hair, whispering something, and Ye Qingliu raised his head and smiled at Chen Chunhua.
At that moment, Yi An's heart suddenly contracted.
She thought of Hua Yueyao.
——Remembered that she used to be like this, nestled in that man’s arms, with her face tilted up, smiling “sweetly” and dependently.
At that time, Yi An stood in the shadows, watching them hug each other, his nails digging into his palms, but he could only smile.
And now, she stood in the light, looking at Ye Qingliu and Chen Chunhua, but suddenly felt——
I am the one left in the darkness.
The pocket watch felt hot in her palm, like Hua Yueyao's silent question.
——"An An, are you happy?"
Yi An clenched it tightly, and the metal edge hurt his palm.
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