The encounter while moving books in the second year of high school made Xu Jinhuan's eyes anchor on Shen Hui.
The pink clouds outside the corridor, the boy's white shirt, and his smile that looked like sparkling water became the most unforgettable images of her youth. The sunshine favored him, but she hid her heartbeat and silently cherished this love in the quiet years.
From then on, Xu Jinhuan, in the company of his friends Yu Sui, Xu Xingcan, and Su Yu'an, and among the youthful portraits of Li Ruojin, Lu Huai, and Gu Mingyuan, with the clumsiness and tenacity of secret love, while struggling with wrong questions and studies, quietly wrote Shen Hui's name into the folds of his diary.
Xu Jinhuan is not a genius. He repeatedly suffered from wrong questions on history and English vocabulary, but because of this love, he still persists in moving forward after quitting sports. Shen Hui is not a perfect scholar either. He will talk nervously about the subjects he is good at and sigh for his ranking in the monthly exam.
This secret love has nothing to do with grandeur, no confession or regret, it is Xu Jinhuan's chaos. She grew up by following her own footsteps, and Lu Xu was a light that illuminated the road by chance, rather than rushing to the destination.
In the end, the wind of youth blew through the hair, and secret love became the nourishment for growth. Xu Jinhuan understands that some things do not have to blossom and bear fruit. The courage and persistence born of love have long been the most precious gifts of youth - she once hid her heartbeat for a whole summer, and therefore learned to live hard and reconcile with the past tenderly.
