As If We Were Old Friends

The day before school started, Jiang Bohuai caught someone in a fight.

The other person said without batting an eye,

“My name is Jiang Bohuai.”

“...Then who am I?”

[Modern campus + rekindled romance, happy ending]

Maybe the way they met wasn’t exactly lovely, but the gentle breeze at summer’s end could hold every feeling they kept hidden.

After the End of Heat, the poplar grove grew lush.

Sunlight squeezed through the gaps between the trees,

scattering gold across the ground and making their meeting all the more moving.