June always seems to pass so quickly. Lu Ye has been at university for almost two years now. There is no stifling summer heat here, only endless boredom amid a life of drifting. Many years ago, though she has forgotten just how many, Lu Ye fell for someone. He was hazy and indistinct, with no visible face and no audible voice. Even her memories of him are a complete jumble.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
