In Peiping in the 25th year of the Republic of China, the golden wind in September was blowing over the tops of the ginkgo trees in Tsinghua University Garden. Lin Ying walked through the corridor of the second corridor holding the bound volume of Ta Kung Pao that she had just borrowed. The corners of her navy blue student uniform were lifted by the wind, revealing the buttons of the moon-white short shirt underneath. She stopped at the door of the physics department laboratory and saw Qin Feng through the frosted glass, lowering his head to adjust the microscope. The pen cap pinned to the collar of his white coat reflected tiny bits of light.
