That was the first ray of sunshine in Ningxia's life. At the age of eighteen, it was an age more precious than diamonds. A green first love without any impurities, as beautiful as a crystal ball, dreamy but fragile!
She likes to watch him paint quietly, and he likes to paint her quietly.
In such sweet days, Ningxia could even forget about her sister's cynicism and her parents' indifferent treatment. The memories were filled with her own clear and sweet voice.
"Li Mo, you big idiot!"
"Li Mo! You said you would accompany me to eat ice cream!"
"I can't do this question... Li Mo..."
"Li Mo, Li Mo, Li Mo..."
In just three months, Ningxia had selfishly hoped to expand that sunshine forever.
But the most hazy love in youth only lasted three months in her life.
Not long enough, but enough for her to remember.
The passage of youth is always at the expense of impulsiveness. When Ning Xue ran up to her, slapped her hard, and fiercely asked her why she took away Li Mo and why she took away her boyfriend.
She could have said that Li Mo likes me and I have never thought of stealing your boyfriend.
However, when she looked at the sister in front of her who was somewhat similar to her and had close blood relations, the pain in her cheek reminded her deeply that the unfair treatment by her parents and the loss she suffered every day were all thanks to this sister.
For a moment, her eyes gleamed with hatred.
So, she smiled faintly, "Yes, I actually don't like him, but I just deliberately want to steal your boyfriend. I just deliberately steal Li Mo away. What can you do?"
What answered her was the sound of the flower pot breaking on the ground. She turned her head and saw the white lotus lying quietly on the ground. Li Mo's hands were still frozen in the air, looking at her with an unbelievable look on his face, his eyes like ink in the afternoon sun.
The injured crystal reflected under the bright sun.
That was the first time she did something wrong, because hatred blinded her eyes.
That night, Ning Xue cried heartbrokenly at her parents' place, and she was punished by her parents to kneel down all night.
The next day, Li Mo did not come to class.
Then, he never appeared again. Some said he went to the United States, and some said he returned to Taiwan. But Ningxia knew that this boy might have disappeared in her life. It was she who buried their first love with her own hands.
"What a surprise. I didn't expect you to still remember me."
Memory and reality merged, and the blurred figure in his mind overlapped with the outline in front of him. He still smiled gracefully, but Ningxia's heart ached fiercely.
She didn't speak because she didn't know what to say. Tonight was also an accident for her. She never thought that she would meet the person she missed most but dared not to see at this time and place.
Li Mo stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her hair. This was the most intimate gesture they were familiar with.
Ning Xia looked at him, tears falling silently and surging.
The old friends reunited again, speechless and choked.
It's cool in early summer and the moonlight is bright, fitting the situation.
Things have changed and people have changed. What was once the closest lover is now the most familiar stranger.
The love in the youthful period may be just an ordinary growth process in the eyes of others, but in each other's hearts, it is a precious memory that cannot be desecrated. How can those injuries and pains be easily dissipated with the past and erased by time?
Ningxia burst into tears, and her trembling shoulders made Li Mo's heart ache.