By the shores of Weiming Lake, a gentle breeze traces the contours of youth, stirring the heart and planting the seeds of regret.
Hu Yaoyang thought college would be a fresh start. But as the days passed, he gradually realized that someone had already changed him without his noticing. Lin Wan'er was like moonlight reflected on the lake: seemingly distant, yet finding its way into his heart in every unguarded moment.
A glance back during military training, sitting side by side in class, a chance encounter in the library... Seemingly ordinary moments were touched by the breeze and became something special. A boy's obliviousness, a girl's silence: time quietly drew them closer, yet also opened the door to missed chances.
That's how youth is: it draws you in without a sound, then brings sudden clarity in a single moment. The wind over Weiming Lake blows through the seasons, carrying away the past and bearing witness to the future. And their story is only just beginning.
(PS: This book is also titled The Years Are Still Young, a reminder that youth's story is not yet over.)
