The most beautiful and fragmented youth is ultimately no match for a single sentence of affection in one's younger years.

  The sunset on her delicate profile was somewhat dazzling with a crimson glow.

  The girl in the school infirmary stared blankly ahead, her thoughts unreadable, like a puppet with its strings cut.

  Some fragmented emotions silently spread in this slightly oppressive space.

  "You're here..." At the sound, the empty thoughts that had been wandering aimlessly suddenly snapped back into place, a faint hint of fatigue lingering in her voice.

  "Half sunny, I want to have a good talk with you."

  The bright red of her pleated skirt was like the lingering sunset in the western sky, a bit too enchanting.

  "Alright... But if it's about him, I have nothing to say."

  She turned her head slightly, and her gaze, which had been fixed on something outside the window, fell upon me.

  "I just want to say I choose to withdraw, the pain of three people will be ended by one person's withdrawal."

  The heart is secretly aching, and the calm demeanor on the surface is just a helpless disguise after being heartbroken.

  All that was seen was her dim eyes suddenly turning with complex emotions, and after a moment of silence, she lightly opened her thin lips and said in a soft voice.

  "Why?" The short three words were like a sharp sword piercing that soft heart, and some helplessness was beyond words.

  Since we both have feelings for each other, why must I torture myself every day like a fool, indulging in my own fantasies, deceiving myself and hurting others.

  That beauty built on others' suffering I can also be at peace with myself and indulge in.

  Youth tainted by heartbreak is destined to hurt like a torn soul, reckless and wild in their younger years, having had that one beautiful memory worth treasuring deep within for a lifetime.

  Even after the sea has changed into mulberry fields, it can still serve as the most beautiful memory to mourn for our youth that has passed away.

  "I'm tired and it's time to wake up from the dream. I was wrong before, now everything will be back in place. Wishing... wishing you happiness."

  Her eyes slightly closed, bitterness spreading at the bottom of her eyes, the stiff arc of her mouth had long been lost in cold tears.

  "Actually... he loves you."

  It's as if there's a hint of reluctance, yet she can say it with ease. Sometimes her carefree and nonchalant attitude is really admirable.

  "No, he loves you." The dazzling scene just now appeared in front of his eyes again, and he couldn't help but think about that beautiful kiss.

  Thinking of him just a moment ago was still smiling and talking about sweetness, but in the next second, his face changed completely.

  "Perhaps... he had always loved only that one girl from start to finish."

  We're just silly girls who are humbly in love with a lowly identity."

  The corners of his mouth were curved in a self-mocking arc, and the bitterness that overflowed from the bottom of his eyes was all gathered at the bottom of his eyes.

  "Half-clear, you're really excellent, maybe it's this incomparable excellence that has captivated him."

  She chose to ignore some of her complicated words and emotions.

  Some things are really no longer worth pursuing too much, because that love has exhausted both body and mind.

  No extra energy to digest topics that belong to them two.

  "Mu Liang, don't think too highly of me. From start to finish, I owe you too much. Forgive my selfishness."

  Actually... you're the one who's the most excellent and the best.

  If possible, I hope you can meet someone more worthy of your pursuit and love next time.

  "And have a simple and reliable best friend who is good to you for a lifetime."

  The flaxen hair shines with a soft luster in the sunset.

  The sincerity flowing in his eyes was like a warm spring breeze that warmed up the desolate heart city.

  "Sorry, I don't allow any flaws in my love, so... sorry and thank you."

  The meaning in words ultimately didn't penetrate, a faint unease inexplicably spread.

  If possible, I really wish time could flow backwards, back to that drizzly alleyway moment.

  That was not a start that would determine victory or defeat from the beginning, that was not a start that would leave me no room for competition.

  The sunset is setting in the west, and the withered flower is lingering in the album that once collected the most beautiful moments.

  The most beautiful and fragmented youth is ultimately no match for a single sentence of affection in one's younger years.

  That eternity seems to have stretched out endlessly, with no end in sight. The road that can't be seen to the end is destined for a solitary journey under the lonely lamp...

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