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Life is a long and cold rainy season, and you are the ray of warm sunshine that shines on me briefly through layers of thick dark clouds.
——Gu Nanxiao
Autumn in the south city always comes quietly, like a slow and gentle torture.
The heat of late summer is still struggling and refusing to retreat, and the cicadas in the trees outside the classroom are making their final, hoarse cry for the life that is about to disappear.
But the breeze that blew had changed its flavor.
The edges of the sycamore leaves were covered with a faint yellow, bringing a clear and cool autumn breeze that foreshadowed the withering of life.
The rustling sound is the last song of summer and the opening of the silent autumn.
But for Jiang Yile, a student in Class 6, Grade 3, Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, this autumn is no different from previous years.
There is still a mountain of test papers on the desk.
The air was filled with chalk dust and the anxiety of the upcoming college entrance examination.
There is also Jiang Yile's heart in his chest, which needs to be carefully protected and is more fragile than that of ordinary people.
These boring days, day after day, are just like the music player app in the mobile phone, which is on loop.
Jiang Yile's life is a straight line between the classroom, the hospital and home, just like the song that is played on repeat, day after day, tired and regular, calm and almost numb.
She thought that her youth, which had been filled with countless pills and regular checkups, would calmly lead her to the uncertain age of eighteen that had been predicted countless times by doctors.
Until that day, the transfer student named Gu Nanxiao, like the sun in winter, suddenly shone into her calm world.
The young man was as quiet as an isolated island shrouded in fog. Between his handsome eyebrows, there was a melancholy that was inconsistent with his age, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
His self-introduction consisted of only five words, so stingy that it was almost rude.
But fate played a joke on her and arranged him to be her deskmate.
She tried to melt the ice around him with the kindness and smile of her role as squad leader, but all she got was deeper silence and avoidance.
He was like a beautifully decorated but tightly locked book, tempting her to flip through it and explore the story within. However, she was blocked by the cold chains and had no idea where to start.
However, beneath the ice, there seemed to be an undercurrent.
He would stand up silently when she couldn't reach the blackboard, push his book over to her when she forgot to bring it, and hold up a silent and firm umbrella for her in the evening when it was raining heavily.
Those subtle, seemingly unintentional actions were like stones thrown into a lake, creating ripples in her otherwise calm life.
A hidden feeling, filled with anxiety and expectation, grew like a wildly growing vine. In the dull life, it quietly grew and entangled her young heart.
She didn't know what kind of heavy and sad past was behind this seemingly accidental encounter.
She didn't know how much sin and guilt the taciturn boy carried under his cold exterior.
She didn't even know that on that cool autumn afternoon, when she looked up, those eyes as deep as black jade met hers - the gears of fate had already been slowly turning in a predetermined, heartbreaking direction, and it was unstoppable.
Some encounters are reunions after a long separation.
Some encounters are destined to be...repayments.
All tenderness is a belated confession,
All the heartbeats are soaked in the blood of the past.
When the truth, wrapped in the coldness and bloodiness of that rainy night many years ago, brutally tore apart all the disguises of affection, she discovered that the budding relationship that made her think she had grasped the ultimate love was, at its root, an unhealable scar.
It turned out that the car accident that changed her life, the accident that took away her healthy body and made her life full of thorns from the very beginning, was caused by someone who was closely related to him.
And what she thought were heart-pounding feelings might have been just a carefully planned act...for your pleasure.
This game called youth has been filled with regrets and sad endings from the very beginning.
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