From the male protagonist's perspective: The first time I saw Valentina was at the freshman orientation. She was dressed in a pristine white dress, walking through the sunlit corridor. From this point on, all my dreams and fantasies have taken on a tangible shape. I like her, but I know she is not like me. We come from two entirely different worlds. She is a princess at the pinnacle of the ivory tower, genuine and pure-hearted. Her feet have never set foot in the mortal realm, completely untainted. She is the moonlight, something I can yearn for but can never reach. It is the root of all my insecurities. How could I ever dare to hope for her? Even a fleeting hope feels like a grave sin. My parents died when I was young, and my grandfather was the one who raised me. Last winter, my grandfather suffered frostbite in his legs and became disabled, unable to work and support the family. All the responsibilities fell on me. I need tuition fees and his medical expenses. After losing my poverty assistance quota, I felt as if I had been plunged into an abyss, leading me to question the concept of fairness. I never anticipated that the moonlight would come streaming in at this moment. The moment she said she liked me, I felt a rush of excitement throughout my body. But when she said that a kiss could earn me money, I froze once more and completely descended into the ice cellar. What does she think I am? Someone who can be with her just by spending money? Valentina's eyes are so pure that they reveal no trace of playfulness. I never agreed to her. It wasn't until my grandfather fell critically ill and needed to be admitted to the ICU that the exorbitant medical costs completely broke me. Valentina showed up and handed over the money without even blinking. She smiled and asked me, "Is it nice to be with me?" This time, I said yes. Not because of the medical bills, but because she was being so charming that I just couldn't say no. It was only later that I realized Valentina's life was too easy; she didn't even see wealth as an advantage. She helps me not to showcase her own virtues. In her view, money is not a virtue; it is simply money. That’s why she is purer than anyone else. Valentina loves to hold my hand wherever she goes. Her hands are tiny and soft, completely free of calluses. I'm worried that the calluses on my hands might irritate her, but Valentina enjoys it and keeps rubbing her hands against mine. Sometimes I feel like a knight. I only have the courage to do what the princess asks of me. If she doesn't say anything, I don't even dare to approach her impulsively. Valentina is also very proactive, and her approach never comes across as frivolous; rather, it conveys warmth and authenticity. Gradually, rumors began to spread in the school. Even the teacher who had always supported me suggested that I should be mindful of moral and ethical conduct. I like Valentina, but I don't want to be the kind of person they describe. I once considered breaking up, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Who could possibly part with Valentina? No one; she is simply the best, a gift from God. The rumors are becoming increasingly outrageous, so I immerse myself in books and work to avoid listening to them. But one day, Valentina's father came to see me. He carried Valentina on his back and told me to leave her. He said I wasn't good enough for their family. I certainly didn't agree, even though her father threatened me many times afterwards; as long as Valentina doesn't give up, I won't let go of her hand. I am determined to prove that I can love Valentina and give her a bright future. She wants to have what other people's girlfriends have. Since her roommate gave his girlfriend a bracelet, Valentina feels she needs one too. I worked tirelessly delivering food and tutoring, and finally managed to save enough money to buy Valentina a gift. I'm really sorry, dear, but I can't make it to your birthday party. If my presence leads to your ridicule and criticism, I would prefer not to show up. I stumbled into my senior year, and for some reason, I found myself looking at engagement rings. It's so expensive that I can't even afford the leftover pieces. I guess I'll have to make Valentina wait. Many companies have sent me high-paying job offers, and if someone invests, I would like to start my own business. Eventually, I'll be able to afford a diamond ring. I'll also buy a house, a wedding dress, and everything she loves. My ideas have been acknowledged by the company's upper management, and I might have the opportunity for an early salary raise. Just as I was about to share this good news with Valentina, she mentioned breaking up with me. She said she was fed up. In that moment, I felt like an idiot. What am I hoping for? Am I hoping that the moonlight will show compassion to me, a mere ant? No, I am just a toy. I walked away, so upset that I shut myself in for two days. Then I realized I can't live without Valentina. I’ll just play with toys, as long as I can do it better than all the other toys. I went to look for Valentina, and then I realized she was gone. Completely gone... I quit my job and, based on various rumors, I went to an unfamiliar city to look for her. She always runs so quickly that she leaves not even a single hair behind for me. But I heard that her family went bankrupt. I have no money and can't help her with her debts, so did she leave me? This is the first time I've ever hated myself so deeply. Having exhausted my savings, I can only go back to Beijing, stay at a friend's place, and begin developing the system. As my connections grow, the various affairs of the Yu family reveal themselves to me. I gradually came to my senses and understood something: bankruptcy is not just empty words. Valentina's ivory tower has fallen. She has descended into an unfamiliar world; is she alright now? You see, I'm so conflicted. I'm angry, yet I'm also worried about her. But I still can't find Valentina. It seems that to escape their debts, the family has changed their name and is living under a different identity. I bought a lot of things that Valentina used to love. The hand cream she used is wonderfully fragrant, and I got the entire set. There are also bags and skincare products, so she can continue using them when she returns. After four years of Valentina's disappearance, I finally got to see her. That night, I intentionally stayed until the end, waiting for her to finish work before walking out behind her. The elevator descends from the twentieth floor to the first floor in just a few minutes, but it feels longer than the twenty years I've lived. Why is she pretending not to know me? Why does she always try to escape? Does she really not want to see me? I called out to her, risking being disliked. As the brim of her hat lifted, I finally saw her face clearly. She has become so thin, and the sparkle that once lit up her eyes is no longer there. While she was talking to Charlotte, I was so captivated by her face that I nearly forgot to breathe. What surprised me the most was that she actually held several jobs, just like I did in my younger years. Her hands are calloused. I nearly cried. Who knows, I never cried when life was that hard before, but seeing the calluses on Valentina's hands makes me want to cry so much. Valentina said that she has a boyfriend now. I didn't believe it until that unimpressive man showed up in front of me... I really want to punch him. I've always thought of myself as a fairly honest person. For the first time, I want to do something a bit unethical for my own sake. I want to win Valentina back. I'm no longer poor; I can provide her with a better life. Those debts are no longer an issue. I am now certain about my feelings; I like Valentina for her pure past and admire her resilience in the present. In many ways, we are quite similar. A new year has begun. Valentina asked me, what do you think is the most resilient thing in the world? I said, "The moonlight." She looked out the window, confused, unaware that I was watching her. I once believed that the moonlight had fallen. But I saw her stumble and rise again; life couldn't defeat her. Why is it moonlight? She was still gazing outside, looking a bit silly. Because even in the darkest of times, the moonlight never fades. I kissed her forehead. I will always love the moonlight.
can u continue your stories as they are amazing and i would love part 2 and so on
Okay, I will update it slowly in the future. Similar to Ha, this is the male protagonist’s vision.
From the male protagonist's perspective: The first time I saw Valentina was at the freshman orientation. She was dressed in a pristine white dress, walking through the sunlit corridor.
From this point on, all my dreams and fantasies have taken on a tangible shape.
I like her, but I know she is not like me. We come from two entirely different worlds.
She is a princess at the pinnacle of the ivory tower, genuine and pure-hearted.
Her feet have never set foot in the mortal realm, completely untainted.
She is the moonlight, something I can yearn for but can never reach.
It is the root of all my insecurities. How could I ever dare to hope for her? Even a fleeting hope feels like a grave sin.
My parents died when I was young, and my grandfather was the one who raised me.
Last winter, my grandfather suffered frostbite in his legs and became disabled, unable to work and support the family. All the responsibilities fell on me.
I need tuition fees and his medical expenses.
After losing my poverty assistance quota, I felt as if I had been plunged into an abyss, leading me to question the concept of fairness.
I never anticipated that the moonlight would come streaming in at this moment.
The moment she said she liked me, I felt a rush of excitement throughout my body.
But when she said that a kiss could earn me money, I froze once more and completely descended into the ice cellar.
What does she think I am? Someone who can be with her just by spending money?
Valentina's eyes are so pure that they reveal no trace of playfulness.
I never agreed to her. It wasn't until my grandfather fell critically ill and needed to be admitted to the ICU that the exorbitant medical costs completely broke me.
Valentina showed up and handed over the money without even blinking.
She smiled and asked me, "Is it nice to be with me?"
This time, I said yes. Not because of the medical bills, but because she was being so charming that I just couldn't say no.
It was only later that I realized Valentina's life was too easy; she didn't even see wealth as an advantage.
She helps me not to showcase her own virtues. In her view, money is not a virtue; it is simply money. That’s why she is purer than anyone else.
Valentina loves to hold my hand wherever she goes.
Her hands are tiny and soft, completely free of calluses. I'm worried that the calluses on my hands might irritate her, but Valentina enjoys it and keeps rubbing her hands against mine.
Sometimes I feel like a knight. I only have the courage to do what the princess asks of me. If she doesn't say anything, I don't even dare to approach her impulsively.
Valentina is also very proactive, and her approach never comes across as frivolous; rather, it conveys warmth and authenticity.
Gradually, rumors began to spread in the school. Even the teacher who had always supported me suggested that I should be mindful of moral and ethical conduct.
I like Valentina, but I don't want to be the kind of person they describe.
I once considered breaking up, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Who could possibly part with Valentina? No one; she is simply the best, a gift from God.
The rumors are becoming increasingly outrageous, so I immerse myself in books and work to avoid listening to them.
But one day, Valentina's father came to see me.
He carried Valentina on his back and told me to leave her. He said I wasn't good enough for their family.
I certainly didn't agree, even though her father threatened me many times afterwards; as long as Valentina doesn't give up, I won't let go of her hand.
I am determined to prove that I can love Valentina and give her a bright future.
She wants to have what other people's girlfriends have. Since her roommate gave his girlfriend a bracelet, Valentina feels she needs one too.
I worked tirelessly delivering food and tutoring, and finally managed to save enough money to buy Valentina a gift.
I'm really sorry, dear, but I can't make it to your birthday party.
If my presence leads to your ridicule and criticism, I would prefer not to show up.
I stumbled into my senior year, and for some reason, I found myself looking at engagement rings.
It's so expensive that I can't even afford the leftover pieces. I guess I'll have to make Valentina wait.
Many companies have sent me high-paying job offers, and if someone invests, I would like to start my own business.
Eventually, I'll be able to afford a diamond ring. I'll also buy a house, a wedding dress, and everything she loves.
My ideas have been acknowledged by the company's upper management, and I might have the opportunity for an early salary raise.
Just as I was about to share this good news with Valentina, she mentioned breaking up with me.
She said she was fed up. In that moment, I felt like an idiot.
What am I hoping for? Am I hoping that the moonlight will show compassion to me, a mere ant? No, I am just a toy.
I walked away, so upset that I shut myself in for two days. Then I realized I can't live without Valentina.
I’ll just play with toys, as long as I can do it better than all the other toys.
I went to look for Valentina, and then I realized she was gone. Completely gone...
I quit my job and, based on various rumors, I went to an unfamiliar city to look for her.
She always runs so quickly that she leaves not even a single hair behind for me.
But I heard that her family went bankrupt. I have no money and can't help her with her debts, so did she leave me?
This is the first time I've ever hated myself so deeply.
Having exhausted my savings, I can only go back to Beijing, stay at a friend's place, and begin developing the system.
As my connections grow, the various affairs of the Yu family reveal themselves to me.
I gradually came to my senses and understood something: bankruptcy is not just empty words.
Valentina's ivory tower has fallen. She has descended into an unfamiliar world; is she alright now?
You see, I'm so conflicted. I'm angry, yet I'm also worried about her.
But I still can't find Valentina. It seems that to escape their debts, the family has changed their name and is living under a different identity.
I bought a lot of things that Valentina used to love. The hand cream she used is wonderfully fragrant, and I got the entire set. There are also bags and skincare products, so she can continue using them when she returns.
After four years of Valentina's disappearance, I finally got to see her.
That night, I intentionally stayed until the end, waiting for her to finish work before walking out behind her.
The elevator descends from the twentieth floor to the first floor in just a few minutes, but it feels longer than the twenty years I've lived.
Why is she pretending not to know me? Why does she always try to escape? Does she really not want to see me?
I called out to her, risking being disliked.
As the brim of her hat lifted, I finally saw her face clearly. She has become so thin, and the sparkle that once lit up her eyes is no longer there.
While she was talking to Charlotte, I was so captivated by her face that I nearly forgot to breathe.
What surprised me the most was that she actually held several jobs, just like I did in my younger years.
Her hands are calloused. I nearly cried.
Who knows, I never cried when life was that hard before, but seeing the calluses on Valentina's hands makes me want to cry so much.
Valentina said that she has a boyfriend now.
I didn't believe it until that unimpressive man showed up in front of me... I really want to punch him.
I've always thought of myself as a fairly honest person. For the first time, I want to do something a bit unethical for my own sake. I want to win Valentina back.
I'm no longer poor; I can provide her with a better life. Those debts are no longer an issue.
I am now certain about my feelings; I like Valentina for her pure past and admire her resilience in the present. In many ways, we are quite similar.
A new year has begun. Valentina asked me, what do you think is the most resilient thing in the world?
I said, "The moonlight." She looked out the window, confused, unaware that I was watching her.
I once believed that the moonlight had fallen. But I saw her stumble and rise again; life couldn't defeat her.
Why is it moonlight? She was still gazing outside, looking a bit silly.
Because even in the darkest of times, the moonlight never fades.
I kissed her forehead. I will always love the moonlight.
Good story.
Thanks😘