"Withered yellow leaves of the Chinese parasol tree carry a girl's unfinished flutter of first love."
Jiang HeyI is a legendary student at H High School, always seated at the top of the exam hall. His clear, clean peach-blossom eyes speak of deep affection and tenderness, while his sharply carved brows radiate unruliness and indifference. Amid the crowd, he is as noble as the stars and moon above the rubble, keeping people at a distance, as if he can only be admired from afar and never touched.
Jiang Xiangwan's image as a demure lady always turns into that of a funny big eater because of a mistake when her household registration was filed. Her skin is clear and translucent, and behind her tea-colored eyes lies a sweet soul that is full of lively surprises. Yet, like most girls, she secretly harbors the budding thoughts of youth.
Jiang HeyI walked forward with his hands in his pockets and turned his head to look at her. "I've been following you this whole way. Didn't you notice? You're not very alert. Be careful, or you'll get dragged into a dark room!"
Jiang Xiangwan felt the world suddenly fall silent, with only the sound of her heartbeat growing louder and louder. A bashful flush quickly spread across her face. She skipped over the difficult subject and said, "I didn't know you were behind me."
"If you don't look back, how can you know I'm not behind you?"
Jiang Xiangwan froze. A gentle breeze passed by, and this moment left a deep imprint on her heart...
