When Chen Suping first met Zhong Jichuan, there was only one word in her mind: tall. At 187 centimeters, he could easily block her from view when he stood among a crowd. Back then, she was a polite yet lively girl with above-average grades, and she had never imagined she would have much to do with the quiet boy.
The pressures of school and a series of unexpected encounters gradually fostered an unspoken understanding between them. But Zhong Jichuan carried an emptiness no one knew about. He was distant from his older brother, his mother’s attention was fixed on his young adopted sister, and living on his own, he was often enveloped by melancholy and coldness. He was never short of girls around him, including Chen Huanhuan, Chen Suping’s deskmate, which left Chen Suping unsure of how she felt about him.
She never expected that this chance meeting would entangle them for years to come. From the first stirrings of young love to hesitant tests of each other, from the unspoken understanding they shared to finally letting go, they lived through an entire youth together, yet never ended up as a couple. The memories witnessed by starlight and evening breezes all became gentle yet vivid marks in their hearts.
