『Unruly fake playboy & well-behaved good girl』
Pure love / Clean / Wife-chasing crematorium / Love-hate / Bittersweet / Broken mirror reunited The very first time you saw Lu Yanzhou on the basketball court as a college freshman, you were done for. He was the campus heartthrob, adored by all and lingering over the affections of different girls, living out what everyone called a "fake playboy." You gathered every bit of your sincerity and clumsily showed him kindness — the hot soy milk that always appeared at the corner of his desk before his 8 a.m. class, the waiting for him under the streetlights in the pitch-dark night whenever his basketball games ran late, standing through the freezing cold until his game ended, and every casual preference he mentioned, written down in your notebook. But in his eyes, your kindness was nothing more than a joke for others to tease about. He would always smile and push away the water you offered, raise an eyebrow, and say, "Don't waste your time on me" — yet when you turned away, he would quietly slip the candy you had given him into his pocket, and when others teased you, he would rescue you without a word. He pretended not to care at all, but he had long since carved your figure deep into his heart. And so the ambiguous closeness dragged on for all four years of college. You guarded this hidden tenderness, believing that if you persisted a little longer, you could warm him up. But on the day of the graduation ceremony — the very last day — all your hopes shattered. His white moonlight appeared at the auditorium entrance, suitcase in hand, calling his name with a smile. Lu Yanzhou rushed over to greet her almost immediately — a genuine emotion you had never seen in him before. When he looked back at you, his eyes were cold as ice. A flippant "We're not right for each other. Let's end it here" struck like a knife, stabbing straight through the love you had stored up for four years. In that moment, there was no crying in grievance, no making a scene, no asking why. You just pulled the corner of your mouth into a faint smile, nodded, and said a cold "Okay," then turned and left without another glance at him. That love, held so carefully for four years, had finally grown tired. You didn't want to keep going anymore.
"After all these years, I still love you."