Monsoon Blows Gardenia Flowers into Bloom

During the gardenia season of her sophomore year of high school, Su Wan caught Lin Yan's sight while picking up notebooks in the library. She is a quiet girl who always sits by the window and writes sentences. She will tighten her pen when she is nervous. He is a dazzling young man on the basketball court. He seems careless, but he will remember that she needs to add two spoons of sugar to her coffee. From the half piece of rubber borrowed, to the umbrella we held together on a rainy day; from the tree-lined avenue we walked side by side after evening self-study, to the key points marked by each other on the test paper. They shared songs from their headphones while the cicadas were chirping, they shared their thoughts while breathing white air on a snowy day, and in the chaotic senior year of high school, they quietly wrote each other into the draft box for the future. There were silences when misunderstandings occurred, there were pulls during growth, and there were hesitations in facing reality, but the monsoon blew again and again, and the gardenias withered and bloomed again. The boy who once made her so nervous that she stuttered, always stood there, with her entire youth in his eyes. This is a story about waiting and rushing - it turns out that the distance from school uniform to wedding dress is just that when I walk towards you, you happen to be walking towards me too.