At the same time, the comment section showed clear polarization.
“What *is* this? You call this a novel? Go learn proper Chinese first!”
“Such pretentious phrasing—disgusting!”
Logically, Luo Xiaolu knew this wasn’t surprising. Honestly, it was expected.
After all, this site specialized in fast-paced, satisfying reads. That so many liked her story was already a happy surprise. She couldn’t expect universal approval.
But—
“Damn it! If you don’t like it, don’t click in! This story I poured my heart into—being judged by you jerks…”
The angrier Luo Xiaolu grew, the more she wanted to grab the baseball bat off the wall and crawl through the internet cable to confront them. Instead, she just kneaded her fluffy long hair—until it was a tangled mess.
Then she slammed her hands on the keyboard, ready to fire back.
Her fair fingers danced across the keys… a string of what could only be called “polite” and “harmonious” greetings flashed on-screen.
Huh?
Realizing what she’d typed, Luo Xiaolu yelped, yanking her feet onto the chair and hugging her knees tight.
Oh my god!
*She* wrote those?! Lines crammed with rap-like metaphors, filthy and utterly indecent?!
Hands flew to cover her eyes, face frozen in disbelief.
If she’d actually posted that, her writing career would’ve ended before it began!
Luo Xiaolu took a sharp breath. Hands pressed to her chest, fingers flew: E, AA, Q, AA, W, AA… *clack-clack-clack-clack-clack!*
Her self-invented emergency calm-down technique.
A jolt of sensation shot through her—she slumped limply into the chair.
After ten seconds of silence, it hit her: *She used to be a delinquent.*
Side effects lingered.
Buried memories stirred that old delinquent spirit. When pushed too far, rage flared—beyond the transmigrator Luo Xiaolu’s control.
“Gotta be more careful,” she muttered.
She *knew* her old fighting instincts. One day, crawling through the net to throw punches might not be a joke.
Mind reset, she returned to writing.
***
Jiang Province No. 1 High School.
“Xiaohan, come down!”
“Don’t do anything reckless!”
On the rooftop of a five-story classroom building, a girl in uniform with twin tails stood at the edge.
Below, teachers and classmates crowded anxiously.
“Lin Xiaohan! Talk to us! Don’t do something foolish!” her homeroom teacher cried.
Her best friends were near tears.
An hour earlier, Lin Xiaohan had been dumped.
Her boyfriend cheated with the neighboring class’s “class beauty”—a wealthy “green tea” girl who swapped boyfriends like outfits.
Lin Xiaohan always knew he was a playboy. She believed she could change him.
She was wrong.
Love? Laughable.
Just a hormonal fantasy minors invent to justify possessiveness, control, obsession.
She’d never believe in love again.
“Jump already! Stop wasting time!”
From the crowd, the “green tea” girl smirked, voice dripping with mockery.
Others joined in:
“Yeah! If you won’t jump, stop holding us up!”
“Feeling important with all these people here for *you*?”
“Pfft. She won’t jump. Just waiting for firefighters.”
Lin Xiaohan finally sobbed—loud, broken cries.
Not from their words.
But because *he* wasn’t in the crowd.
*Farewell… forever…*
She typed the final message, went limp, and fell.
“XIAOHAN!!”
“NO!!”
“AMBULANCE!”
Voices blurred. Pain sharpened. Then—nothing.
***
Time passed.
Lin Xiaohan blinked awake on a snow-white hospital bed.
Bandages wrapped her body. Numbness below the waist. An oxygen mask covered half her face.
“…So I didn’t die.”
Her whisper echoed in the empty room.
She turned. A forgotten phone lay on the bedside table.
She checked the date.
*Half a month.*
Memories crashed back.
Why did we love so deeply?!
Was it all just about my body?!
Were every sweet word… a lie?!
Color drained from the world. Life felt meaningless again.
No one would stop her this time.
Her fingers brushed the oxygen tube.
*Pull it… and the pain ends.*
*Silence.*
*Ding-dong~*
The phone chimed.
Startled, she picked it up.
A novel ad.
*“Your Lie in July…” What is this?*
Drawn by some unseen pull, she swiped open.
—*In dreams, I thought life stretched endlessly. I never knew one hurried page-turn could make it irreversible.*
—*In the now, I thought time weighed heavy. I never knew one gentle breath could make it vanish forever.*
Lin Xiaohan stared, breathless. Laughing one moment. Tears welling the next.
She was utterly absorbed.
How could love like this exist?!
She was just Side Character A—*his best friend’s girlfriend*—uncertain of her own heart, yet radiating quiet, selfless warmth.
No desire. No demand. Just… watching.
*This… is true love.*
A warmth bloomed in her chest—unlike anything she’d ever felt.
Hypnotized, she scrolled faster. Page after page.
*Will Gong Sheng’s feelings reach her?*
*What is lavender’s secret?*
“DOCTOR! THE PATIENT’S AWAKE!”
A nurse burst in, shrieking at the sight of the phone-gripping girl.
***
Phone taken. Exam done.
Lin Xiaohan lay still, gazing at the ceiling.
*So beauty still exists… real, tender love is real…*
*If I walk forward bravely… it will find me.*
A smile touched her lips—her first in months.
Lightness filled her chest.
She didn’t want to die anymore.
She’d heal. Then finish *Your Lie in July*.
The author… Zhou Shuren.
What kind of person are you?
Surely someone brimming with hope, dreaming beautiful dreams of love—a gentle literary soul.
*How I wish I could meet you.*
