That inconspicuous basketball was like a big invisible hand pushing her into the whirlpool of fate. Later, Jiang Zhisui's words became a prophecy. No one knows whether they can meet again.
Many years later, Jiang Zhisui became a history teacher, but the face in his memory became increasingly blurry, forgotten like the wind, and missed like the sea. She couldn't convince herself, until one day the person in her dream suddenly appeared in front of her, just like the evening after the college entrance examination many years ago...
