A Career as an Assistant Police Officer in Lucheng

Wu Yi held out both hands and caught a few pure white snowflakes, admiring them as if they were precious treasures. How lovely they were! More crystalline than morning dew, finer than autumn rain, flawless as jade dust. He couldn’t bear to let them go.

Years later, Wu Yi came across a piece of writing by the girl who had transferred schools:

Get lost in the memories, not with them, but with you. I miss that summer, free and passionate, when the young girls shyly tested the waters.

In that world of freedom, far from the city’s clamor, your figure was always within my sight. In our cramped dorm room, as evening fell and the lights grew dim, I couldn’t tell whether it was you or July making me feel so breathless.