Brilliant starry sky, refreshing night wind, brushing against the skin as if touched by a lover's gentle hands—it was a perfect night for stargazing with a beloved.
Tang Zheng felt not a shred of happiness. Song Xin's corpse lay among the rotting fallen leaves, smeared with soil, pale from the loss of blood. A large hole gaped in her chest, the skin and flesh peeled back, her heart gouged out.
Tang Zheng stopped walking, averted his gaze, unable to bear the sight, as memories from middle school involuntarily flashed through his mind.
Song Xin, cheeks slightly flushed, shyly asking him to hand in his homework—Tang Zheng thought she was just too shy. He didn't realize those were the moments she most looked forward to, the happiest times of her day.
Tang Zheng was Song Xin's first love; there was no sweetness, only a girl's anxious sorrow and bitterness. He was always engulfed in his own world, unaware that a girl was dreaming of him at midnight, unable to stop herself.
