The year Shang Siqi was sixteen, she met eighteen-year-old Fu Zheyong and followed in his footsteps through the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Fu Zheyong said, “I’ll be waiting for you at Qing University in two years.”
She smiled and replied, “All right!”
But just as he was starting university, she took the initiative to delete all his contact details.
Three years later, she stood by the wall at the entrance to Qing University. She didn’t see him in person, but she did see his outstanding university achievements written on the wall.
Her heart gave a faint, bitter twinge!
