Winter Monologue

The man I had secretly loved since I was fifteen did not remember me.

I was not sad. On the contrary, this suited me perfectly.

My thinking was simple—Wen Yang would still need a great deal of time to get to know me, and I was already prepared in advance.

I knew his past, I knew his preferences.

This was my strongest asset, and the least known evidence of this secret love.

But every second female lead caught inside the drama, once stripped of the god's-eye view, most likely believes she holds the female lead's script.

Because they are fully prepared, and in the eyes of uninvolved bystanders, they seem made for the male lead.

And I was the same, unable to escape the arrangement of fate.

In Wen Yang's life script, Xu Dongnuan could only be a supporting actress.

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"My veiled affection for Wen Yang grew in the quiet years, without making the slightest sound.

To this day, the tender sprout has become a towering tree; from afar it is but a patch of gray silence, up close it already spreads like a canopy."

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"It's all right. I do not love him deeply at all.

Only ten years, only youth.