The June evening breeze brushed through their hair. As the bronze bell at Guan Yun Pavilion rang, Luo Zhiyi met the gaze of Jiang Mingche, whose eyes were flecked with white.
He was a lonely young man raised by a fortune-teller, tending a little shop and offering anxious high school seniors a gentle comfort through his not-quite-serious fortunes. She was an exam candidate striving to get into Nanzhou Normal University. Amid the frantic chaos of exam prep, she found her own little piece of everyday warmth.
