Under the sycamore tree in September, the names side by side on the class schedule were like foreshadowings of fate - Su Yinwan met Luo Gange.
She is the girl who paints quietly in Ivy High School, her eyelashes casting shy shadows in the sun; he is the rumored unruly boy who sweats on the basketball court, but squats at the rescue station to feed milk to kittens. On the first day she became a deskmate, he borrowed her textbook and quietly handed her the answers when she was asked a question by the teacher. There was a calm tenderness hidden in the mint-scented wind.
From the subtle interactions in class, to the casual eye contact in the library; from his awkward request for English tutoring, to protecting her behind him during the conflict in the alley - those rumors about the "evil spirit" shattered into stars when she saw him losing his mind over the photo of her mother. When the band-aid was put on the bleeding corner of his mouth, and when the sunset stretched the shadows of the two into a long line, the young man finally said what he had hidden for a long time, and her red cheeks had already given the answer.
During the three years when ivy climbed all over the teaching building, it was he who polished the flamboyant edges into softness around her fingers, and it was she who learned to be brave in his eyes. This encounter that started in the class schedule will eventually be filled with unique memories belonging to the seventeen-year-old in the chirping of cicadas and the evening breeze.
