The city in the backlight of late summer is filled with the vibrant colors of summer, red dust and songs intertwined with the twists and turns of youth.

  That day, facing those lively and innocent eyes, I wanted to ask a lot of questions but ended up speechless. Not all stations are the first to release romance novels, search + you'll know.

  However, her slightly evasive and guilty reaction seemed to have fueled the anger that had been suppressed with great effort, causing the heartstrings to snap.

  Faced with doubts that shouldn't have existed in the first place, she opened her mouth several times but ultimately only faintly uttered eight words.

  "I said I didn't, do you believe me?" The faint struggle of sorrow in the wind and the bright summer colors outside the window intertwined with the melancholy of youth.

  Facing her delicate and lovely face, I had once drawn illustrations of a future where we would be hand in hand together.

  At that time, struggling, bewildered, sorrowful, rational collapse.

  He didn't even give a single sentence of explanation, and instead asked back with a cold tone.

  Then, her eyes, which were full of tears, gradually became somewhat red and swollen.

  Every word and sentence seems to be sternly confessing her 'evil deeds'

  It was as if a small hedgehog had stood up and its dense quills pierced the soft heart one word at a time.

  Under her astonished gaze, a light kiss had already fallen, a thousand threads of thought tangled together, calmness had long been eroded.

  Reason collapses, drowning in the deep sea of love, despair, suffocation, suppressing every painful nerve.

  Uncontrollable love is like a wild spring grass that sways in the wind but will eventually wither and turn yellow soon after.

  The sorrow that blooms between eyebrows gradually turns into despair, pouring over the enchanting and captivating flowers on the other shore.

  Hurt each other, neither yielding, speaking insincerely, cold and oppressive.

  That year's late summer was filled with sorrow and love intertwined, amidst the hustle and bustle of the red dust.

  "Soo Hee-jae, at first I must have been blind to fall in love with you,"

  "If I could, I really wish I never see you again, you damn idiot!"

  The words that flashed by in the wind were cool and unbelievable, and the last sentence between the two was a phrase filled with endless regret and helplessness. Power Literature Network

  Her gaze followed the weak figure in the wind until it gradually disappeared from view.

  It was as if all the soul had been drawn out of him, and he sat helplessly on the floor, leaning against the wall.

  My eyes feel a little hot, but what slides down my cheeks is a bitter taste. The evaporated tears took away the warmth of my heartbeat.

  Just like that girl who shouted never to see me again

  Took away that heart-like coolness so selfishly without permission.

  Later, in a daze, he only remembered Xi Ye coming over and punching him with a resentful expression.

  "You promised to take good care of her, but now, you are also the one who hurts her the most."

  "After that, everything about her will have nothing to do with you anymore. Mind your own business and continue being the 'know-it-all' fool."

  Without catching his attention, she stumbled and followed far behind him until the scene where they hugged each other.

  Perhaps it was the overly bright gaze, but the pupils were pierced and felt a sharp pain, and the heart that had lost its temperature also ached vaguely.

  Later on, Xia Minxi picked up a cardboard box and only said that it was something left behind by Mu Liang who had transferred schools and asked her to throw it away.

  Relying on her love for me, I unexpectedly fell into infinite panic.

  Never thought, as she said, that confrontation really became the last farewell.

  A very large cardboard box was packed full of many things.

  Light purple stationery with sky blue neat small script, faintly visible torn tooth marks are a bit abrupt.

  A set of sketches and watercolors on rough paper, depicting profiles, full faces, backs, and half-length portraits.

  The protagonist in the painting is trembling and gently stroking that me one by one.

  Exquisite gift box filled with countless stars and a thousand paper cranes

  It's like overflowing love, sarcastically ridiculing my self-righteousness.

  Page after page, from the day I first met her.

  Across four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, every single day of the 365 days and more were all recorded in that diary.

  Never thought that a smile of mine, an unintentional care, would be called a moment worth remembering.

  One word, one sentence, the forgetfulness after getting drunk, the protagonist who never remembered, the whispering in the rain at the alley entrance.

  Turned into a desperate tear flower, faintly unfolding on the thin and cool letter.

  For three years, every moment, every second, I have been thinking of you, regretting and blaming myself.

  But this time, really don't let go again.

  Vibrant summer colors and red dust entwined with the turmoil of youth