The chirping of cicadas in midsummer shattered memories, and Lin Zhou suddenly opened his eyes in the third grade classroom. Regrets from the past life are always with me - the key high school I missed, the love I couldn't express, the lonely figure of Su Wanqing when she turned around.
This time, there was a tacit understanding of side by side hidden in the flying test papers. Her eyes were reflected when sprinting on the track, and the street lights after evening self-study lengthened their silhouettes. He must seize the time and let the promised meteor shower illuminate the future together.
