The plane tree leaves at Beicheng No. 1 High School fell and grew back again, bearing witness to a boy labeled “Walking Bad Luck”: Jing Xiaoran.
His world was filled with endless trips and falls on flat ground, toppled ink bottles, and misplaced answer sheets, as if fate were especially stingy with him.
Then, one summer afternoon, his reckless footsteps shattered the calm facade of a girl named Lin Xuanya.
She was like a sprig of mint with thorns.
Jing Xiaoran clumsily tried to get close and make amends, but only ever made things worse.
Yet amid one awkward collision after another and Lin Xuanya’s merciless scoldings, a subtle balance quietly took shape.
To his astonishment, whenever her figure entered his sight, the shadows of misfortune that had followed him everywhere seemed to be driven away by an unseen ray of light.
A school card lost and found, a passing grade that came about by a twist of fate, an old bicycle given a new lease on life…
Was it the favor of some mystical force, or was a deeper connection quietly taking root?
Jing Xiaoran gradually found it impossible to look away from that irritable yet softhearted, sharp-tongued yet awkward figure.
He clumsily pretended to have questions, relishing the light from the third row of seats by the back window, because she was there.
Perhaps the aura of the “Goddess of Luck” did not come from divine favor after all.
It was hidden in every awkward act of concern, in the sweat of fighting side by side, and especially in those moments when their hearts beat in sync as they drew closer.
In the end, the salvation called luck all led to the warm harbor named Lin Xuanya…
