In the twilight of summer, against the backlight, that city is a magnificent interpretation of the prosperous years. Mourning is the ripple of love.

  The sun sets in the west, standing silently against the light, a gentle breeze lifts a corner of my white shirt mixed with some cool temperature. (Baidu search gives power to literature network updates the fastest and most stable) + romantic content updates faster than rockets, dare you not believe it?

  Carefully weighing every word and sentence that Fang Cai said just now, as well as the tears on her face like pear blossoms in the rain.

  She furrowed her brow as if she had sensed something unusual.

  An inexplicable sense of unease is like a tight knot that binds and suffocates the soft heart.

  Time passed bit by bit, and after frequent glances, that small figure finally reappeared in sight.

  It was clear that her footsteps were a bit floating, stumbling as if she had lost her soul.

  For her obvious avoidance and evasion, I'm suddenly filled with fear that she might really just leave like that.

  A faint whisper of two words, a chill ran down her spine, and her figure was momentarily stunned. Her swollen eyes flickered with confusion and struggle. Power Literature Network

  In the end, her slender arms wrapped tightly around him, and her inexplicable words of warmth before parting once again collapsed into a dam of tears.

  A soft heart harbors some emotions that have been brewing, but the tears that wet the collar are somewhat cool.

  Similarly, her words full of love became the last stroke of warmth that year.

  It was as if it were a nightmare, the forever that had been promised with such solemnity just a short while ago had shattered so abruptly on the second day.

  Rumors and malicious words are like a torrential downpour that thoroughly chilled the heart.

  Thinking of her cowering in a corner somewhere, crying alone and enduring the sorrow, my heart aches involuntarily.

  But it was also on that day, unexpectedly another bolt from the blue, said Half-clear.

  The girl at the alley mouth was not Mu Liang, Mu Liang used to be her best friend, everything was just because of a reluctant heart that they made up this lie together.

  That day, every word and sentence in the rain was a lie carefully crafted, the truth is actually so unbearable.

  The moment that fuse was lit had long since sealed the fate of today's smoldering embers, one by one, the opaque lies, the crumbling strongholds.

  Mourning our departed love, the remnants seeped with a chilling coolness that pierced to the bone, slowly disappearing with the wind.

  "No, we haven't seen each other before..."

  "It's really great, just listening to it makes people envious..."

  "Xi Cheng... No matter what happens in the future, you must believe me, I really..."

  The words echoing in his ears seemed to mock that unwavering conviction.

  Her innocent face and words are the most gorgeous mask in this performance.

  As for her complete ignorance, Zeng had also suspected it before, but he just thought that as time passed by, it was gradually forgotten.

  But upon closer inspection, it turns out that many things are simply self-contradictory and full of loopholes.

  A burst of anger clouded his judgment, perhaps because he was unwilling to admit that he had fallen so easily and couldn't pull himself out.

  Fell in love with her like a fool, except for that girl.

  And yet, she still achieves her goals by using lies and deception, which is something she herself despises the most.

  Perhaps the deeper the love, the greater the expectation. All sorts of previous suspicions and contradictions seem to be resolved in that short sentence.

  She used to deceive herself and others, looking for her just to prove the lie that crossed the sky and the sea, without any worries or anxiety.

  With contradictions and struggles, I searched every corner of the campus but still couldn't find that figure.

  On the campus forum, a barrage of curses and insults erupted, and when I finally found her, her pupils contracted violently, and for an instant, everything went blank.

  She lay helplessly curled up in the corner, her clothes soaked through and her collar already faint.

  A temperature cool enough to condense dust, and yet the heart that was still beating vigorously and the flowing blood were frozen.

  The scarlet five-character couplet on the kicked-open door was particularly eye-catching, like a sharp knife that had deeply slashed at one's heart.

  Whether it's a lie or deception, at that moment she was just the most helpless and loneliest girl.

  It is a warm and tender care that melts away a frozen sorrow.

  These are all written in first person from Hee-jin's perspective as memories.

  Like Yan Xiuwen's relatives, hoping to recommend a message later~

  A magnificent performance in a prosperous era, mourning is that ripple of love.