The city in the backlight of late summer The starry night sky of late summer Fingertips slightly cool just because Yan Xiang said

  I relaxed my tightly furrowed eyebrows and gazed out at the starry night sky outside the window, letting out a soft sigh.

  Am I crazy?...

  The fingertips of her left hand covered her left chest, an uncontrollable frequency of heartbeat, sensitive to the slightly stiff nerves at the fingertips.

  The opened dialogue window subtly suppressed the serenity in the room.

  Yan Xiang said, that young man was a boyfriend she hadn't been with for long, but had been thinking about for a very long time.

  Yan Xue said that young man was her ideal type she had been longing for that year.

  Yan Xiang said, if I listen more, I will think she likes him.

  That year, Yan Xian smiled and sketched out a romantic blueprint for their youth.

  That year, she narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly at the corners of her mouth.

  That year, she brought with her the freshness of a girl, the beauty of youth, and generously shared those secrets with me.

  He who once smiled and said he wanted to be good sisters for a lifetime

  Now she strongly declares that the young man is her reliance.

  I couldn't help but laugh at myself, wondering what I was deceiving myself about. Perhaps only the written words of proof would make me give up that idea once and for all.

  Only appears in couples' explicit doting, can't you see it clearly yourself?

  Why bother to add insult to injury and verify a fact that is already set in stone.

  Does saying some things out loud change their flavor?

  Faced with Yan Xue's questioning, I repeatedly hesitated before flatly denying it.

  Since it's been decided to give up, let it be a secret known only to oneself then.

  Why make things that are destined to become history even more awkward and cold between two people who were originally cut off from each other.

  The corners of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, laughing at himself like an idiot.

  Foolishly, self-directed and self-acted, self-proclaimed and self-justified, performing a solo show with no audience.

  Helplessly, his gaze shifted to another dialogue window, staring blankly at the words "Who are you?"

  The chest felt like it was weighed down by an oppressive object that made breathing difficult, and the nerves that had been suppressed to the extreme trembled at the slightly cool fingertips.

  Before his eyes, the young man's face reappeared, handsome and elegant, with a hint of laziness between his eyebrows.

  A faint indifference, a mysterious familiarity plucked at that string.

  At the same time, Yan Xi's words like curses kept replaying in his ears.

  Fingers hovering above the keyboard hesitated and did not press down, hesitant, hesitant, bewildered, and gave up.

  With a faint sense of confusion, I finally clicked on "delete friend", as if escaping...

  You are ultimately too weak, you don't even have the courage to make friends, let alone talk about being strong.

  Even if it doesn't belong to me, having tried my best will reduce some regrets.

  At least after some years, memories of youth will not be too blank.

  Cinderella without glass slippers is forever just that unremarkable girl

  An ordinary girl who quietly hides in a corner and watches the prince and princess live happily together.

  Perhaps being safe and sound, keeping a low profile is one's own best destination.

  No hustle and bustle, no ups and downs, just peaceful and quiet is fine.

  I faintly closed my eyes, my body slightly tilted back, giving up, that weak self finally defeated that unrealistic fantasy.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"