Xiaoran's Little Sun

They said Wen Xiaoran wasn't good enough for me-but they never knew. She snuck me candy when family pressure crushed me; dropped out of junior high after two years yet fought her way to a future through art exams; spent over a hundred yuan on a doll for me, but refused to buy herself a new dress.

I, Lin Mo, once thought she was my little sun-only to realize I was the one who snuffed out her light. We cut ties on WeChat, the red string of fate snapped... yet every time I pass a corridor like the one we used to walk, I can't help but recall how her eyes shone brighter than anything when she cupped my face in her hands.

Turns out, some misses aren't about being wrong for each other. They're about being too young, too ignorant, to hold onto what mattered most.