That summer, the ginkgo leaves were golden and youthful. Lin Xubai is the only light in Su Xiao's world, and Su Xiao is the softest pure land in Lin Xubai's heart. Their love is pure and strong, like the scorching sun in midsummer, without reservation.
That autumn, the wind was slightly cool and things were changing. From campus to society, the cost of growth quietly appears. Ideals collide with reality, and passion is replaced by reason. The hands that were once tightly clasped finally loosened on their respective paths. Deep love is real, but so is the unbridgeable gap.
When the memory of summer overlaps with the reality of autumn, they meet again at the crossroads of life. He is still Lin Xubai, and she is still Su Xiao, but they are already strangers in each other's stories. A distant greeting and a calm look back declared that the hot love of that summer was finally blown away without a trace by the bleak wind of autumn. Love is true; leaving is silent.
