This love can only be cherished in memory.

October 4th. Sunny.

I got up early, quickly ate breakfast, and rushed to school. This was the first time in years I looked forward to going to school. The reason, of course, wasn't that the prison-like classroom and the teacher with the stern face were so attractive, but because of... her, my Sister Ling!

The day before yesterday, I spent almost the entire day at Zhuang Ling's villa. I only reluctantly went home when she sternly chased me away. Before I left, she promised to come find me when I returned to school and "gave" me a set of bra and panties she had just worn, which made me obediently listen to her.

To avoid being seen, I followed her instructions and didn't bother her during breaks. I finally made it through school and excitedly ran to the nearby park, sitting in an octagonal pavilion to wait for her. That was the place where she and I agreed to meet, and it was usually deserted at noon. Although the weather had turned cool, I still felt hot all over. Recalling her beautiful face and captivating figure, I was mesmerized.

I don't know how long I waited, but suddenly, a figure darted into the pavilion and walked towards me. I looked up in surprise, but my heart sank immediately.

It wasn't Zhuang Ling. That wouldn't have been so bad, but it was her best friend—Xiao Hui!

"Where's Sister Ling? She…can't she come?" I asked dejectedly. Xiao Hui nodded, took a letter from her bag, and handed it to me, saying, "This is what Zhuang Ling asked me to give you…"

"Why isn't Sister Ling coming?" I took the letter and mustered my courage to say to Xiao Hui, "Could you please pass on a message for me? Tell her she absolutely must see me today…"

"Her words are all in the letter. Read it yourself." Xiao Hui seemed hesitant to look at me, and after speaking, she ran away without looking back.

I stared at the envelope in my hand, my heart pounding. What is this? What letter? I remember Huang Lei destroying my dreams with a single letter. Was she going to do the same?

Trembling, I tore open the envelope and unfolded a pristine white letter. Lines of delicate handwriting jumped out at me:

"Qin Shou: My dear brother. By the time you read this letter, I'll already be on a plane to Canada..."

My head exploded. Blood rushed to my brain, while waste gushed into my stomach. What was Zhuang Ling doing in Canada? She was a senior in high school, her studies so demanding—could she really afford to travel to a foreign country? And when would she return? I read on impatiently:

"I'm sorry. I didn't dare tell you beforehand because I was afraid you'd be sad. Actually, I immigrated to Canada with my family and I'm afraid I won't be coming back. The National Day party was held under the guise of a farewell. You're right, I originally wanted to take this opportunity to humiliate Huang Lei, but I failed. However, I'm still glad to have met such a smart, mischievous, and adorable little rascal like you.

I don't regret that indulgent and passionate day we spent together. But please forget me. We're destined to have no future. I believe your sweet words are sincere, but life is not just about love and sex.

In the future, you will find a girl who is better than me and devoted to you wholeheartedly. Just remember what I told you: Only ambitious men who can achieve success can earn a woman's respect and love.

Study hard! I'm silently wishing you success from across the ocean.

Zhuang Ling."

My knees buckled, and I slumped onto the stone bench, unable to stand. It felt as if a sharp knife had mercilessly sliced open my chest, making my heart sink, sinking all the way to my feet. My brain seemed to have lost the ability to think, leaving only a blank. A despairing blank!

She…she’s gone…she’s gone…gone forever…

I muttered blankly, a bitter laugh, standing there for a long time, then suddenly took off running. No purpose, just running and running. If the pain of heartbreak could evaporate with the sweat, I would run on and on.

The dry, cool wind whipped at my face, and occasionally a slightly yellowed leaf swirled and landed on my shoulder. Unbeknownst to me, the fiery summer had already drifted away, and the desolate chill of autumn was approaching. In this season when all poets love to sing of their sorrows, my first love died silently.

No, perhaps it should be said that everything ended before it even began. Recalling Zhuang Ling's gentle smile and feigned anger in my arms two days ago, a pang of heartache shot through me again. Would those tender days never return?

Was she really gone?

I couldn't believe it, I absolutely refused to believe it. ...Yes, she must be joking, trying to tease this little lecher. I'll go to her house; she'll be waiting for me there. It must be.

-- People often can't help but deceive themselves.

-- The question is, how long can they deceive themselves?

The

door, tightly and coldly locked. No one was inside.

Zhuang Ling had told me about her three residences. Now, I stood before the last one. I came full of hope, only to leave utterly dejected.

I had to painfully admit that this wasn't a joke, but a cold, hard fact. Lost and disoriented, I dragged my heavy steps down the corridor to the elevator, where I stood frozen, bewildered.

Sister Ling, you're so cruel! How could you just leave without a word? What do you take me for? If you don't care about me at all, why did you go with me to Wushan to enjoy that intoxicating pleasure?

Amidst my sorrow, a surge of anger rose within me—the anger of being abandoned. This anger instantly coalesced into an incredibly powerful force, driving me to violently kick a small door beside me, again and again. It was as if I wanted to vent all my sorrow and despair in this frenzied action.

"Hey, young man, who are you looking for? Don't knock, that's the bathroom, no one lives there," a hideous man's head peeked out from a nearby room, kindly telling me this. 　　**********

... 　　Zhuang Ling—the first woman in my life. Only after she left did I realize I didn't have a single photograph of her to remember her by. The only thing that tells me what happened wasn't a dream, but real life is these intimate garments I shamelessly "got" back—two bras and a pair of panties. 　　The small, thin, pale yellow panties still bear traces of our love juices. But the fragrance of her private parts has vanished with the wind, just like lost love, never to return. 　　Today is October 8th. Recalling the passionate moments with Zhuang Ling, I used to hate how quickly time passed. I wished I could stop the clock, to stay by her side longer. But after she went abroad, my perception of time changed. Only three days have passed, yet it feels like an eternity… 　　It turns out happiness always makes joyful moments seem fleeting, 　　just as pain always makes life seem long. 　　In this longness, youth vanishes in an instant. 　　And in that fleetingness, love becomes eternal. 　　I used to think I was only infatuated with her beautiful body, just like I longed to possess Huang Lei. Now I realize more deeply that the two of them hold such different weight in my heart. It's just a pity that it's all too late, far too late!

This feeling can only be cherished in retrospect, for at the time it was already a regret.

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