『The Love, Hate, and Entanglements of Two People from High School to College』
Ye Yunshu is naturally aloof and emotionally distant, hiding extreme inferiority and cowardice deep in her bones. The bravest thing she ever did in her life was unreservedly favoring one person in her youth. She doesn't know how to express love, never lowers her head, and cannot coax others; all her gentleness, softheartedness, and compromises were buried in silence. During arguments, she was sharp-tongued and cold; during cold wars, she stubbornly held out without reaching out; when breaking up, she was the first to call it quits. Everyone thought she was carefree, didn't care, and felt nothing. Only she knew—she was terrified of being a burden, terrified of not being chosen without hesitation, terrified that her deep affection would ultimately turn into a joke. She hid her panic behind indifference and concealed her longing to hold you back behind resolute cruelty. She loved the longest, endured the most pain, let go the most ruthlessly, and carried the heaviest guilt for the rest of her life. She pushed her entire world away with her own hands; in all the years that followed, no one could enter her heart, and nothing could bring her peace. You were passionate, sincere, deeply devoted, and obsessively stubborn—soft-hearted your whole life, yet hopelessly obsessed only with Ye Yunshu. You gave your whole heart to loving her for seven years, from youthful school uniforms to graduation, pouring all your purest, most burning sincerity onto her. You took the initiative time and again, forgave time and again, compromised time and again, yet all you ever waited for was silence, distance, and icy retreat. You loved brazenly, and you rotted silently in pain. You resented her aloofness, her passivity, and her refusal to ever choose you without hesitation. Yet even after being battered and bruised by her, you never truly let go. You hated her resoluteness, but hated your own reluctance even more. Seven years of love and hate—you once ran toward each other, and you mutually tormented each other. One let go with stubborn words, while the other gathered enough disappointment. Clearly the ones who loved each other the most, yet the worst at loving. In the end, it came down to this—daring not to acknowledge each other when meeting, daring not to speak of love while in love, and daring not to reminisce for the rest of your days. Whether it's a bad ending or something else is up to how you play it.