As the end of the year approaches, the trunks on the roadside are wrapped in snow-white winter clothes.

I submitted the car recorder from that year and Zhao Changyang's final letter to the police.

After a thorough review and investigation of the case, Song Changchao and my mother finally faced justice.

Before going to prison, she looked haggard, but her eyes were full of hatred when she looked at me.

"You really are my good daughter!"

I knelt in front of her, raised my head and said softly, "Mom, even trash bags have their value, but trash will always be trash."

...

Song Qingci committed suicide in prison.

I was somewhat surprised by this news because he didn't seem like a weak person to me.

When spring arrived, I still drove to the back of the mountain.

I stood in front of his grave, watching the wildflowers slowly blooming.

"You may want to bury me in the ground, but I am a seed breaking through the soil. I am not a victim; this time, I am the victor."

I took a step back and placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the grave.

Squatting down, I wiped away the dust on the tombstone, finally seeing the beautiful smiling face.

The wind blew into my eyes, making them a little sore, I smiled and said, "Dear Miss Zhao, spring is coming, I wish you eternal happiness and more than four seasons."

[Extra—JiYang Zhao Changyang]

During junior high school, there was a craze for having pen pals in the class.

I enthusiastically posted a friend-seeking post on forums and Tieba.

Among them, an ID named Chang Le Wei Yang caught my attention.

Perhaps because of her elegant pen name, it seemed very high-end?

Maybe because our names both contained "Yang," there was a kind of inexplicable fate.

In fact, that was the case; we got along very well.

We had similar family backgrounds: my father passed away early, and her parents were deceased.

We both liked Jay Chou, Justin Bieber, and also enjoyed reading Keigo Higashino's detective novels.

Later, we even co-founded and jointly operated a Tieba account.

We took turns posting some posts to attract many fans.

She had a boyfriend who loved her very much and would occasionally share some girly matters with me.

We seemed like each other's other self, with an unspoken understanding.

We agreed that we must meet after the college entrance examination.

We agreed that it would be best to go to the same university.

...

That night, she said she wanted to go to her boyfriend's house to celebrate his birthday.

I reminded her, "Be safe, and let me know when you get home~"

But that night, my mother and I had a serious car accident.

I saw my mother hit a girl and sent her flying three or four meters away.

I was eager to get out of the car and call the police, but she stopped me.

"There are no surveillance cameras on this road. As long as we don't say anything, no one will know. Do you understand!"

She firmly pressed me down and then stepped on the gas.

From then on, all I could think of was the girl's panicked and pale face.

When I came to, I still hadn't received a reply from Chang Le Wei Yang.

I was desperate to confide in her about my fear and worries from the night before.

But it's as if she evaporated from the world, with no response at all.

My mother also reproached me harshly, "What's the use of chatting with friends online every day? Focus on your studies! You're already in the second year of high school, can't you be more serious?"

Feeling rebellious, I uninstalled the software.

If you don't want me as a friend, then I won't bother you anymore!

...

When Song Qingci took out that photo, I didn't react much.

Moonlight White? Boring!

But it wasn't until I discovered that the girl in the photo was the victim of the car accident, and I saw the four large characters on the back of the photo: "Chang Le Wei Yang."

The handwriting was exactly the same as every letter I received from my pen pals.

It dawned on me: Zhao Changyang, Chang Le Wei Yang?

How did I not realize that you were her?

During the time I was hospitalized, I re-downloaded the software.

Although many people no longer used Tieba, I still remembered the login information for the account we operated together by heart.

I skillfully entered the password and looked at the posts we had made in the past, feeling like it was a world away.

Later, I found a long letter in the drafts.

It recorded all that you had suffered...

"I was raped, and the one who did it was my boyfriend's father."

"I feel like a dirty rag that can never be cleaned..."

Your final letter, every word soaked in tears.

I blamed you for not replying to my messages;

I blamed you for disappearing when I needed you the most;

I blamed you for not treating me as a real friend.

But turns out, you were my best friend in my teenage years.

The Miss Chang Le Wei Yang who I had never met but had a deep connection with.

Had already met me hastily and turned into an angel and left...

...

I opened the editing interface, after many years, and posted one last post.

"Chang Le Wei Yang, hello, I am Not Only Four Seasons.

Even if the canvas accidentally gets a black mark, other colors can still be added. You are a blooming flower, forever loved by the world."