In the summer of that year, amid the cicadas' song, Chen Mo crossed paths with Lin Xiao.
A pencil mark on the edge of a workbook,
A gentle bump at the turn in the hallway,
A young heart beating, hidden in the breeze.
Years passed through spring and autumn,
And when the wedding bells rang, he gazed at her with a smile.
Only then did he realize that some feelings had never stopped, ever since the first cicadas began to sing.
