The day my interview results came out, I came across a post: “How lethal can a white moonlight really be?”
The top-voted answer had only been posted a little while ago.
“I’ll tell my own story. He had a crush on me in high school, and we ran into each other a few days ago while I was job hunting.”
“Even if I’m not as capable as the others, he’ll still make me the one-in-ten-thousand choice.”
Attached was a graduation photo of them at eighteen.
The girl wore a white dress, her slim back quiet and well-behaved.
The boy had his head turned, looking at her intently, his profile clean and… familiar.
My phone trembled faintly. It was the message rejecting me after the interview.
Only then did I understand. She was Xie Qingyue’s white moonlight-and what she had killed was my future.
I would rather be a tree waiting for spring than a bird that turns back.
I could allow my feelings to fall apart completely.
But my future, my freedom, my life-none of them could afford the slightest mistake.
