In the midsummer of seventeen years old, Sang Zhiwan clutched his love letter and looked at Jiang Yubai's back surrounded by the crowd. Before he could express the throbbing feeling, he transferred to school and left. For the next seven years, she followed his path to study and hid her secret love in her diary, thinking that her youthful worries would eventually fade away.
At a class reunion, she heard the news of Jiang Yubai's return. The wine splashed in the tiger's mouth, burning her eyes sorely. When they met again, he looked distant, but he still remembered her name. Her heart gradually sank when she saw him being gentle to others, but in a convenience store late at night, she heard him ask hoarsely: "Do you want to give me that love letter from back then?"
After going round and round, it turned out that he had been waiting for seven years. The evening wind blew through the green plum blossoms, and Sang Zhiwan stood on tiptoes and whispered her belated confession into his ears.
