The first time she noticed him was in Feng Qi's classroom.
Chalk dust falls in the sunshine, like a silent snow.
He is Lin Zhiyuan, the Mandarin teacher on the podium, and she is just a girl who is so quiet that she is almost transparent - Yang Li.
At that moment, no one spoke.
But the sound of the wind blowing the curtains seemed to answer something for her.
The initial gaze was just accidental, but it was like a grain of dust falling into the bottom of my heart.
Every lesson, every line of ancient Chinese prose, and his careless care all unknowingly became her only light in the dark night.
And that light was too soft and too close - so close that she could almost hear the trembling of her heart.
The wind in the classroom, the wind in the corridor, the wind in dreams.
The boundaries between reality and dreams are gradually blurring.
During the days of isolation, she began to wonder whether she was escaping or approaching.
His silence, his eyes, and his occasional sighs all made her feel a dangerous tenderness.
Until that rainy night, she walked alone through the end of the wind,
Wind and rain intertwined into light, and she finally understood——
Some love is not a confession, but the courage to live.
She began to no longer be afraid of being seen and no longer ran away from her heart.
Dreams and reality merged again, and the wind also brought a softer breath on an unexpected morning.
Later, when the wind passed through that familiar classroom again,
She looked up and saw him smiling too.
The sun fell between them, no longer separating them.
This is a story about gaze and growth,
It is also a miracle of two hearts slowly getting closer in the wind...
