Feelings were a good thing, as long as they were genuine.
When something was good, you had to work to keep it beautiful, like preserving something lovely in your memories, something that gave you the strength to carry on.
People had a peculiar flaw: ordinary people always wanted to stand out, to be special, to discover more.
Yet those who were special often envied the happiness of ordinary people. Being content with one's lot was, instead, a luxury.
Just as some people could feel like old friends the moment they met despite living worlds apart, others could be within arm's reach yet spend every day passing each other by.
That was what made fate so charming. Its charm lay in the fact that you could never see its face clearly, yet you kept hoping and dreaming about it. It belonged to you, unique and unrepeatable, and you could not bear to taint it with even the slightest ugliness, even though it sometimes behaved like a bastard and put you through hell.
Beyond romantic and familial love, Jun Wangchen's music conveyed countless facets of life and lessons on how to live.
Perhaps it was not the most beautiful music they had ever heard, but they knew it was surely the most deeply emotional.
For the rest of the campus concert, the audience had lost all interest in Feng Fu's singing. Every gaze rested on a young man they now considered the person they admired most in their lives.
Because no one but this young man could make their hearts glow, cool, and gaze up at the stars.
His three roommates exchanged glances, each utterly impressed.
If other people's showing off was badass, Jun Wangchen's showing off was badass beyond belief!
Time passed slowly, and at ten that evening, the campus concert