Rong Yi Is Not Easy

The ice cream he handed me after gym class in the hot summer... His bicycle bell on the dark path after evening self-study... On the way home, it rained heavily and half of his shoulders were wet... His laughter, his whispers, his cynicism, his caution... All the memories about him, at the moment of reunion, were like a flood that opened, drowning her and making her unable to breathe. It tells the story of a crush that ended in vain when we were young. It tells the story of a two-way journey where old friends are still waiting for each other after years of separation.