On Xu Anran’s wedding day, my lover jumped from the eighteenth floor.
When I opened the door to his studio, it was filled with portraits of Xu Anran.
The brushstrokes were rough and intense, yet carried the fervor of his boundless love.
A friend said, “Shen Qingqie loved Anran for ten years. She was his only light.”
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Shen Qingqie being cornered by the school bully in the classroom. I silently closed the door.
Later, he knocked on my window in the rain, his voice hoarse and full of despair.
“Ranran, don’t you want me anymore…?”
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