Some people just pass by, yet her cries and smiles are unforgettable.
Some love only lasts for a summer, but the traces left behind can never be erased for a lifetime.
The pain of this age only appears in summer; those pure joys and sorrows all bear the label of "exclusive to youth."
"He" and "she" meet. Their relationship is intense but not entangled, their feelings passionate but unable to settle.
Youth begins with sweetness as its prelude, but ends with sorrow as its final chapter.
In the last summer, let me use the gentlest brushstrokes to recreate a campus scene that has reached late summer.
"Love Until Late Summer" Part 1
Ah! How shocking, the handsome young man Su Liang actually wrote a love letter to Wei Ran! This news is simply explosive.
On my way home, I couldn't help but gossip endlessly with Wei Ran:
"Su Liang likes you? No way! You two don't even know each other! You haven't even exchanged a word before!"
"You go ask him yourself! Before class in the afternoon, he suddenly stopped me and handed this over. Inside it says 'I like the lonely side profile of you when you're invigilating,' signed 'Your loving Liang.' So weird!" Wei Ran took out the love letter angrily.
"Love Until Late Summer" Part 2
"Liking me would be bad because... I already have a girlfriend."
When I heard these words, my brain paused for a second. I just stared at Han Mo calmly, kept staring, hearing nothing in my ears, and in the distance, there seemed to be someone arguing, so far away yet seemingly so close. It turns out we've never been close at all.
I don't know how I got through the next week. I became unusually silent, often staring blankly out of the window for a long time.
During class, the teacher scolded me, saying: "Anuo, you're reading another book during Chinese class again."
"Love Until Late Summer" Part 3
Damn, another awkward silence. I like him, that's clear. That kiss happened while I was fully conscious, but what about him? I'm not sure if he likes me. What if he just sees me as a substitute for Yu Wei? No, I don't want to be anyone's replacement. My mind gets more and more confused, and I don't know how to bring it up with him.
"I remember someone confessed deeply to me yesterday, didn't they?"
My face turned red to the tips of my ears instantly, and I started pretending to be clueless: "What? What are you talking about?"