**"All of youth is an unfinished relic."**
Seven years ago, Shen Mo was always in Ruan Yuqing's camera frame.
The ends of his hair flying as he played basketball, the casual doodles in his textbooks, and the tender look he gave someone else, which she secretly cropped from her photos and kept for herself.
She thought this secret crush, known to no one, would end like all the unrequited feelings of their school days, locked away in the inner pocket of her graduation album.
Until, seven years later, at a class reunion, Shen Mo pieced together the photo she had mistakenly torn up and held it out to her.
On the back of the yellowed photo paper were words she had never seen before:
**"If only courage had been 0.5 seconds faster than the shutter."**
But fate does not deal in what-ifs.
Like a photographer, doomed to record other people's stories but unable to hold on to the frame he wants for himself.
**"Between us, youth will always be the developing solution: you can see every trace, but you can never develop that first spark of love again."**
