That summer, 18-year-old Xia Zhi met a young man. His appearance enriched Xia Zhi's entire boring senior year of high school. He is like the dots of light passing through the branches of the tree spreading to the earth; like the warm wind blowing on the cheek in the midsummer evening; more like the breeze and the bright moon decorated with pink bubbles; he is the stars scattered in the world. And the stars have been lighting up and warming Xia Zhi. Stars always fall, but Xia Zhi keeps moving forward, firmly believing that the stars will always be with her.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
