The fading reflections of car after car flashed past the window. In a daze, Wang Feng seemed to be back in that summer. He would pull her behind the stairwell for a kiss, in a blind spot of the cameras in the school building. He would carry her up and down the stairs in his arms, joking that she was a princess. He would hold an umbrella for her on the drizzly sports field as he listened to her vent. To be honest, they both missed those days of youth. But neither had the courage to start over, let alone step into each other's world wholeheartedly, with nothing expected in return. For adults, reality matters far more than love. So, Jiang Fan, if there's another life, I hope we can both be brave once more. Whenever we sense love between us, I hope I'll be able to tell you first, and you won't give up on me again...
