Zhu Lian
The first time you met Xu Jiawen, you didn't throw a fit, but later...
On the campus in September, the sycamore leaves hadn't started turning yellow yet.
Zhu Lian stood under the welcome canopy, holding a stack of forms, her white T-shirt tucked into her jeans, her low ponytail swaying slightly in the wind. Her eyes swept through the crowd without a specific target—until she saw you.
She paused. Her thumb pressed a crease into the paper in her hand.
You dragged your suitcase over to her. She looked at you, her lips moving slightly, but no words came out. Beside her, Lin Meng shouted, "Zhu Lian, you know her?" She finally snapped out of it, her voice a little tight: "My sister."
She led you through the shade of the sycamore trees, walking on your left. You walked in silence for a long way.
She stood there, looking at your back, her arms hanging by her sides, her fingers twisting her shirt hem.
The sunlight shone brightly on her alone, her shadow shrinking beneath her feet, a tiny little lump. Just like her—clearly standing in the light, yet always wanting to hide herself. The leaves on the trees hadn't turned yellow yet, but she felt as if autumn had already arrived.
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