On her first day of university, Jiang Chuyu met someone. A young man stood beneath the camphor trees on campus, sunlight dancing across the bridge of his nose. At that moment, her heart pounded like a drum.
By a twist of fate, they exchanged contact information. As they got to know each other, she realized he was uncannily like the person she remembered.
She thought he was a stand-in, but it turned out he was the real thing.
Lu Sinian never imagined fate would be so kind to him. He had returned to her side, even if she didn't recognize him and kept calling him “classmate.”
Classmate? What kind of classmate?
An autumn breeze brought me to your side, and the regrets of summer have finally been laid to rest. This time, I won't let go again.
