They parted in a hurry as children, like blossoms scattered by the wind and lost without a trace. When Xu Zhichu transferred schools again in her senior year of high school, a twist of fate put her in the same class as the boy from back then. But the two of them had long since become strangers, and the memories were gone.
Jiang Chi: “You don’t remember me?”
Xu Zhichu: “Of course I do. Aren’t we classmates?”
The boy lowered his eyes, a flicker of light trembling within them.
Trouble lurked beneath the surface of Jiangcheng, and with Xu Zhichu’s arrival, everything began to show its first sharp edges.
