She remembered the wind that day and the sound of the pages turning,
I remember that his fingertips were slightly cold, and I remember that the tips of my ears felt hot.
But I just didn't remember——
What's his name?
Wen Zhiqian hid that brush in the middle of her seven-year diary.
Gu Hangming remembered the figure with his head down and hugging the book as the only "unprecedented" heartbeat in his boyhood.
It wasn't love at first sight, but when the wind blew, the two hearts shifted at the same time for 0.3 Seconds;
It wasn't a reunion after a long absence, it was fate that took a big detour, and the words that had not been handed out back then were gently placed back in her palm.
"The wind passes by Zhiqian"——
To all those who have a quiet heart:
Some like it, never make noise, but never go far.
(The tone of the book: gentleness and restraint × detailed critical attack × two-way undercurrent)
