share time: 2025-11-02 06:00:20
After breaking up with Chen Mo, her boyfriend of two years, Lin Xiaoman hid in the old alley, crying until she could barely breathe—only to crash into the arms of Zhou Mingchuan, Chen Mo's childhood best friend. The man she used to tease as a "wooden block"—who would even lower his head when handing her water—was now wiping her tears with a warm palm, his pocket still holding the pearl hairpin she'd left in his car last week. To her shock, Zhou Mingchuan's phone wallpaper was a photo of her back at the beach last year, and his private WeChat Moments album held every moment of her over three years: reaching for a book in the library, getting sugar on her lip at the milk tea shop, even eating oden outside the convenience store the day they broke up. When Chen Mo suddenly regretted the breakup and blocked her at her company gate with roses, Zhou Mingchuan stood in front of her for the first time, eyes red: "I was afraid to ruin your relationship before, but now I’m afraid of her getting hurt again." Only then did she realize that the "wooden block" hidden in time had long regarded her as the white moonlight in his heart—while her past gaze had been fixed on a star that never belonged to her.
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