The Window Sill Where the Ivy Has Not Reached

In midsummer in a small northern town, the sun is blazing. Lu Mengyi's youth is reflected in every line about Lin Qing hidden in the diary; it is the heartbeat that reaches the throat when they pass each other in the corridor; it is watching him running on the court through the window during evening self-study. But youth is like the summer night wind that cannot be grasped, but tenderness cannot be retained. Until her graduation photos were finalized, her love remained unspoken, leaving only a touch of sour regret scattered throughout that summer.