The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on the stone path made of bluestone, and a cup of steaming tea stayed there quietly.

He stayed there as always.

He's waiting, he's been waiting!

The tea slowly turned from warm to cold, but he stayed there and never left.

He didn't know how long he would have to wait, and if the person he was waiting for would show up.

He just wants to be the lid of her cup, so that she can be protected by him like a cup.

He just wants to protect her and warm her.

In the end, he left disappointed with the cold tea.

She still plugged in her headphones as usual, listening to her favorite blue rain song.

Today is a special day for her.

Today is the day when she goes to school alone to report, perhaps a new beginning, and a turning point in her life.

Her name is Ye Yan, she is a freshman student, she is an optimistic and confident girl, and the most unaccustomed thing is that others give up on themselves.

Because she feels that life has a cup, but it is not a tragedy, even if it is a tragedy, then we must face it optimistically.

This has always been her life motto.

Walking back aimlessly, I have to say that Xia Fan was very disappointed.

He made a pact with her that he would always make her a cup of her favorite hot tea.

Hot tea symbolizes the beautiful and passionate love between them.

She once said that she is the teacup, and he is her cup lid, he is her guardian, they will always be a couple, that warm tea is their love, even if it is cold, they will still be together.

But what about when the tea is cold, will she come back?

He was confused.

Xia Fan had been immersed in his own thoughts.

A sudden sharp breaking sound woke him up instantly.

He collided with a woman, and the lid of the cup shattered!

Reflexively, he pushes the other person down.

He didn't care about anything, his eyes stared at the broken porcelain, and the sweet sentence echoed in his ears, "Xia Fan, you are my cup lid, you said that you will always guard me!" ”

But it shattered.

He couldn't wait for her, but he was broken.

Stretching out his slender fingers, he began to pick up the broken porcelain piece regardless of it, and the bewitching blood droplets began to slowly splash on the bluestone road, making Ye Yan, who had just wanted to apologize, stunned for a moment.

She actually met him here, the person that her cousin Youling had always loved deeply.

I didn't expect him to be like this, but the sunny and handsome style he had before was no longer there, and now he is listless and a little decadent.

It's been so long, and he still hasn't come out of the sadness of the past, even though he doesn't know her, but she knows her.

She is Ye Yan, the cousin of the deceased Youling.

And the person he was waiting for was also the cousin Youling who loved him deeply but was long gone.

Ye Yan watched his cousin Youling leave.

Even when her cousin was gone, she was reluctant to let him know about her departure.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's been a year.

In fact, her cousin Youling, who suffers from congenital heart disease, has never told Xia Fan, the man she loves, that she has a congenital heart disease.

Her heart was failing day by day, but she never said anything in front of him, even if she was seriously ill at the end, she couldn't bear to let him know.

My cousin told her that if one day she passed away, she would never tell Xia Fan that she was leaving.

Ye Yan still remembered that in that drawer, it was full of letters that Cousin Youling asked her to help send to Xia Fan.

The thick stacks are full of cousin Youling's reluctance and attachment to Xia Fan.

That day, my cousin left.

Curious, she secretly opened it.

She would never believe that her cousin's last letter was to break up with Xia Fan, the man he loved deeply, and the content was her empathy.

In order to deceive him, she did not hesitate to ask her male girlfriend to take a photo with her, and even did some intimate acts.

You Ling wants to brutally destroy her agreement with Xia Fan.

In that way, how cruel it was to Xia Fan, who loved Youling deeply.

Thinking of that, Ye Yan felt a little unbearable.

What he wanted to say was forced back.

Ye Yan knew what the meaning of the tea set represented, and what was the blow to him.

But she is the most unaccustomed to those who are depressed, and she is also the person her cousin You Ling cares about the most.

She still couldn't help it!

Looking at the man who had lost his soul and had been picking up the fragments, he turned and left.

Before leaving, she said to him: "In life, people will use all kinds of cups, but people's lives are not full of tragedy, some things, just let it pass~"

She didn't break her promise, and she didn't tell him about her cousin, even though she helped send those letters from her cousin again and again.

But the last one was not sent for her.

It's been her secret all along.

She even thought about helping her cousin protect such an infatuated but fragile person.

But she knew that in his heart, all he had always loved was his cousin Youling.

Thinking of this, Ye Yan quickened his hurried pace and left in a hurry, leaving the stiff figure behind him standing there~ Xia Fan didn't know how long he had been picking it up, and he didn't know how he returned to where he lived.

It's been a year, waiting for Youling's return, he has been guarding the cups they bought together, just for that sentence: "Xia Fan, you are my cup lid, and Youling is your teacup, the warm tea soaked in the cup is our love, we guard it together!" Even if the tea is cold—"

Thinking of this, two lines of clear tears slowly slipped from the corners of Xia Fan's eyes, until the teardrops fell into the dirt and disappeared.

Staring blankly at the teacup, the bright red and dried blood sticking to his hand looked a little strange in the slightly dimly lit room.

Xia Fan slumped on the edge of the bed, took out a delicate box from the cabinet, and carefully began to put the pieces of the lid inside.

He wants to glue it back!

Bewitching beads of blood began to bubble up again, and despite the blood flowing from his hands, he never wanted to give up the idea of gluing the lid of the cup.

He glued the lid to the lid until it was glued.

After looking at the lid for a long time, I finally put it back into the box satisfied.

The light outside the window refracted into his room and shone on the box.

There lay a wrinkled lid of the cup, which seemed to have aged a lot all at once, not as shiny as it had been at the beginning.

Although it was restored, it was still mutilated.

It's like a broken mirror, hard to recreate.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

He's so tired!

After Xia Fan closed the box, he lay quietly on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.