The wind at summer's end always carried a lazy warmth as it swept over the streets that had still felt fresh and new at the start of summer. It was just like Jiang Mao and Chen Xiaoya's meeting: neither too early nor too late, it came at just the right moment to become part of each other's youth.
A fleeting glance beneath the camphor trees, studying side by side in the library, sharing a bowl of beef rice noodles from the breakfast shop, building a lopsided snowman in the snow... Those little, warm moments of campus life were sweetened by time into honey. He remembered that she loved hot soy milk, and she treasured the keychain he had engraved with his name. He tucked her hands into his pockets against the cold wind, and she knitted him a crooked little woolen cat, full of affection.
There were no grand, dramatic moments, only joy hidden in their eyes and hearts drawing closer, step by step. The summer breeze blew through the seasons, and that encounter in their youth left the street at summer's start forever marked by their two silhouettes.
This is the campus love song of Jiang Mao and Chen Xiaoya, a story about companionship, about falling in love, and about the gentlest of times, wrapped in camphor leaves and warm sunshine.
I'm exhausted, my hands are worn out from typing.