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Everything felt like a dream! There was no fear, no anxiety.
Xia Xiaoyu stared blankly as Zifeng disappeared at the end of the Cherry Blossom Path, until she could no longer see him.
She felt a mix of emotions—some nostalgia, some sadness, and a touch of heartache.
A gentle breeze passed by, carrying a faint melody of longing. In the campus, the cherry blossoms were still blooming vibrantly.
So beautiful, so radiant!
Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the Dormitory Building, Xia Xiaoyu sat alone on the stone steps, her face covered with sorrow and a hint of bitterness.
The sky was a deep blue, resembling an endless prairie, full of vibrant life. Yet Xia Xiaoyu felt immense sadness. After struggling for a long time, she finally trembled as she opened the yellowed notebook.
It was a long diary entry.
I clearly remember when I first met her; it was on a Wednesday, just a week into our Sophomore year. It felt like a stirring in my heart—her smile, her expressions seemed to tug at my soul, making me tremble uncontrollably for her.
Since then, I would often find myself secretly observing her from the shadows. I had to admit that I loved her.
But understanding my own position made me realize that we were simply not meant to be. I felt weak; I couldn't even muster the courage to express my feelings to her. I looked down on myself a bit, yet I was also afraid that if I confessed, I might lose even the chance to talk to her. Deep down, I knew I wasn't worthy of her.
I thought that perhaps it would be better this way—just hiding in the corner and quietly watching her from afar.
She is a bit delicate, after all, just like a noble and willful princess, but I still love her.
Sometimes when I see her laughing and chatting with handsome boys, I feel inexplicably sad. I know it's the love in my heart that is causing this turmoil. I repeatedly warn myself, but I still can't control it.
I once held an umbrella for her and accompanied her on a shopping trip. At that time, she called me willfully, her voice loud, but inside, I was very happy. She said she liked eating omelet rice, and I made it for her myself. However, when I saw her, I could never bring myself to give it to her.
When the night is quiet and deep, I often daydream about whether one day, when another handsome man is holding an umbrella for her, she might inadvertently think of me.
When a handsome boy is holding her hand while shopping, will she remember that there was once a boy who silently accompanied her as they walked down long streets together?
When she squats alone in a corner feeling helpless, will she think of the person who quietly likes her? When watching the most beautiful sunrise, will she silently wonder where I am now?
At some location, at some moment, will she think of someone named Cao Bao who silently loved her at that instant?
In fact, I have fantasized countless times about sitting with her on a mountaintop, waiting from dawn until daylight to watch the most beautiful sunrise together.
I think that at that moment, perhaps I could muster the courage to say the most sincere words to her...
A tear rolled down my cheek and fell onto the yellowed notebook. Xia Xiaoyu stared blankly at each line of words, feeling heartbroken.
Memories surged in my mind, and there appeared that honest and simple person who first brought her an umbrella. Then she ran into the rain holding books, completely soaked and looking awkward. It was the first time she said, "Your shoelaces are loose," and then in front of everyone at the night market, she squatted down carefully to tie them for him...
A gentle breeze lifted the messy strands of hair by Xia Xiaoyu's ear, but inside, she felt incredibly sad.
The photo she held in her hand was taken by the Reed at River Bridge, depicting a bloodied corpse lying quietly, its body seemingly shattered. Yet, its right hand tightly clutched a pink mischievous leopard toy.
When he was happily crossing the road, he was struck by a car beneath River Bridge. Even more absurdly, there was no one around at that time; the driver fled the scene. Initially, Zifeng had promised Cao Bao to bury his body.
Everything became clear to Xia Xiaoyu. She recalled that day at Bell Tower when Cao Bao had appeared, guiding her.
In Ghost Barrier, the shadow felt familiar to Xia Xiaoyu because it was Cao Bao.
Whenever she ventured out at night, she sensed something watching her from the darkness; it was because Cao Bao had always been there helping her.
Tears flooded her eyes as Xia Xiaoyu held that photo. She didn’t cry out loud, but for the first time, she shed tears for a boy…
A gentle breeze swept by, and on the rooftop, an unshakeable sorrow lingered. Her disheveled hair danced like a melancholic melody. Accompanied by heartache, Xia Xiaoyu felt lost within herself.
As the sun set, Xia Xiaoyu left school alone and walked to the Tomb on the back mountain of the school, with a hint of redness still in her eyes.
Her heart was in turmoil as she stood dazed at the entrance, quietly gazing at the long row of tombstones.
After a long pause, Xia Xiaoyu finally took a step forward toward the first Tombstone. In the center of it was a photo of a woman in her thirties, still smiling.
Xia Xiaoyu's heart trembled as she exhaled deeply to maintain her composure. She moved on to the second Tombstone, which bore different inscriptions. In the center was a photo of an elderly woman in her fifties or sixties, her face lined with wrinkles and looking very aged.
Seeing this filled Xia Xiaoyu with bitterness and sorrow.
Xia Xiaoyu continued to walk forward, the atmosphere feeling suffocating. The third tombstone was that of a man who appeared to be in his fifties, his face bearing an indescribable severity, with a heavy expression between his brows.
Looking at the photo on the tombstone, Xia Xiaoyu felt no fear; instead, she felt even more bitter.
As she walked, she glanced at the various faces on the tombstones, her heart as cold as ice.
At the ninety-ninth grave, Xia Xiaoyu saw the lively and adorable girl depicted there.
At that moment, her heart raced, filled with anxiety and fear. Her gaze shifted sideways to the last tombstone.
The One Hundredth Grave.
Her steps seemed to lose their strength. Xia Xiaoyu stood there for a long time before mustering a faint bit of energy. She stepped forward to stand before the final grave.
It was still the same, but when Xia Xiaoyu saw the photo affixed to the center of the grave, she cried...
In the photo was a chubby boy with a simple expression and a silly smile, gazing earnestly ahead, quietly looking at Xia Xiaoyu.
He was still so honest, still wearing that kind of naive smile, still having that plump appearance.
It was still that familiar outline from her memories. Xia Xiaoyu gazed at that deeply ingrained silhouette, unable to help but tremble with sorrow. Tears broke free from her eyelids and flowed down continuously.
That was Wood, someone who could embrace all of her flaws and would protect her even in death!
When Crimson's memories began to crumble and recollections faded, everything started to collapse. Ultimately, we would realize that we are, in fact, exiled souls.
Is true love merely a silent blessing? Standing alone in a dark corner, watching the happiness of two people, quietly feeling one's own loneliness.
When everything turns into memories, is it not the most pitiable to be someone who cannot even afford to have memories?
The wind can carry away the floating and sinking, can take away all things in the world, but why can it not carry away the sorrow in one’s heart?
If time could turn back, at a certain moment and place, should one start over?
When everything no longer exists, those moist and piercingly clear eyes become confused and fragile. All that remains is that gray photograph of a silly person still smiling foolishly.
A year, ten years, or perhaps just a fleeting moment...
Xia Xiaoyu closed her eyes, quietly feeling the heart-wrenching pain within her, as if she were about to shatter her own heart. Yet even if ground to dust, it could not form a single word of love.
She told herself not to cry, not to cry, but when she opened her eyes again, she realized that tears still fell unconsciously.
In a certain moment, at an unknown location, she discovered that silly person had intruded into her heart; she could cry for him and laugh for him.
Xia Xiaoyu turned around, leaving Tomb with a sense of bewildered melancholy. What remained was merely the face still smiling foolishly on the grave.
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