The paulownia leaves in Qingtong Town fall year after year, but Jiang Zhi's sketchbook will always preserve the boy's profile. From stealing glances at him in the back row of their high school classroom to sitting side by side in the university library, her secret love quietly grew, like silk spun by a spring silkworm. At last, the two young people collided at a turn in fate and fell into each other's arms. The confessions time stole away would finally become the gentlest embrace in the summer evening breeze.
