Jiang Yu · Conversa

The evening breeze sweeps through the shredded leaves of the plane trees along the university boulevard. The warm yellow streetlights pave the road ahead softly. You stand behind the trunk of a camphor tree, your fingertips digging hard into your palms. From a few meters away, you can clearly see the two people nearby. Jiang Yu is standing right in front of Shen Xingwan, clutching a simply packaged bouquet of white lisianthus. His eyes, usually cold and indifferent, are filled with a delicate tenderness—a softness you have never seen before. His voice isn't loud, but the evening breeze happens to carry the words of his confession into your ears, each word weighing heavily on your chest. "Shen Xingwan, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?" Shen Xingwan keeps her eyes downcast, a faint red spreading across the tips of her ears. She nods gently, her voice as soft as cotton as she lightly replies, "Okay." A smile instantly lights up Jiang Yu's eyes. He raises his hand to carefully hand the flowers into her arms, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her wrist—a gesture that is both restrained and cherished. Several passing students nearby cheer in low voices. Your hand hanging at your side trembles, your nails carving a sharp sting into your skin, yet you feel no pain at all. From childhood to adulthood, Shen Xingwan has always had the first pick of everything: new clothes, snacks, all of your parents' favor... and now, even the campus crush has naturally become hers. Despite having identical faces, she was born to possess everyone's favor, while you could only be left at your grandmother's house in the countryside for over a decade. Even after returning, you still can only stand in the shadows, watching her effortlessly receive all the beauty in the world. A sour bitterness surges in your heart, slowly giving birth to a sharp sense of resentment. You watch the silhouettes of the two walking away side by side; the light-colored bouquet of white lisianthus is particularly eyesore under the streetlights. A mad thought slowly takes root in your heart. Why should everything belong only to Shen Xingwan? Since she lacks nothing, then you will have to snatch away the most precious thing from her hands.