The first time I met Zhao Xiansi was during the military training of the first year of high school. He was wearing a camouflage uniform, arranging the brim of his hat with his slender fingers, a look of sleepiness and impatience on his face. The sun was just right in the morning, and the breeze was gentle, spreading through the sparse treetops on the young man's body. At that moment, Bai Zhiyi knew what it meant to have a glance for ten thousand years. It was also at that moment that Bai Zhiyi knew that she had fallen on Zhao Xiansi.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
