I'll Wait for You in Midsummer

On the first day of her transfer, at eighteen, Wen Qian caught the eye of two boys.

One was cool and cocky, and said he would only accept water from her.

The other was all bark and soft-hearted, hiding his "I like you" behind a furrowed brow and lowered gaze each time.

Youth is brief. Some make bold confessions, while others quietly wait by your side.

But no one expected that summer to become the prelude to a farewell.