share time: 2025-10-17 06:01:47
Lin Xiaoman and Chen Mo were together for five years, from campus sweethearts writing daily love letters to office partners “eating together out of habit”—he no longer waited outside her dorm with hot milk tea, and she stopped reminding him his shirt buttons were wrong. Until a little girl in a convenience store said, “A melted ice cream cone, no matter how much you like it, isn’t good to eat.” She dug out the love letters at the bottom of her suitcase—those words “I want to grow old with you” were still warm, but the Chen Mo in front of her didn’t even text when she worked until 10 PM. When breaking up, Chen Mo begged, “Let’s just make do with what we have.” She touched her newly dyed milky tea brown hair (the color she’d always wanted in school) and smiled, putting the letters back: “Faded love is like expired candy—no matter how sweet it was, it’s time to throw it away.” As she turned, the sun shone on the sunflower in her arms—turns out, letting go is the best gift she could give herself.
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