The breeze at seventeen always carries a hint of sweetness, along with so many unspoken words. For instance, whenever Lin Xi passes the window seat in the library, he thinks of the boy who used to save it for him.
The cicadas will sing all summer long. Lin Xi thought the secret feelings only he knew about would wash away like chalk dust on a school uniform in the graduation-season rain. He never imagined that after the cicadas fell silent, his heart would skip a beat, and even the wind would start helping keep secrets...
