At the small hillside, Yixuan leaned against the trunk of a tree, his eyes vacant.
What was wrong with him after all?
His heart was in chaos, utterly in chaos. In his more than twenty years of life, it seemed to be the first time.
He looked up at the sky, which was very overcast, as if a storm was brewing.
Watching the dark clouds gather, suddenly, rain began to drizzle down, cool droplets falling onto him. He was slightly taken aback, then hoarsely murmured to himself, "What's wrong with you after all?"
He recalled the girl's distant demeanor, how she used to be so approachable and charming but had become estranged, so very distant.
It seemed like everything was normal, but he could feel her changes.
And now his whole heart felt tangled up, a messy, jumbled knot.
Suddenly, he remembered how in the past she would beam with happiness towards him and how she'd coyly call out to him, 'Yixuan, Yixuan.' At this moment, he felt an unexpected wave of nostalgia.
