In the height of summer when she was seventeen, Sang Zhiwan clutched a love letter and watched Jiang Yubai disappear into the crowd. Before she could confess her feelings, he transferred to another school and left. For the next seven years, she followed in his footsteps as she pursued her education, keeping her secret crush tucked away in her diary and believing that her youthful feelings would eventually fade.
At a class reunion, she heard that Jiang Yubai was back. Wine splashed across the web between her thumb and forefinger, stinging her eyes. When they met again, there was a distance in his gaze, yet he still remembered her name. She saw him being tender with someone else, and her heart sank. But late one night at a convenience store, she heard him ask hoarsely, “That love letter from back then. Were you ever going to give it to me?”
After all their twists and turns, it turned out he had been waiting for seven years too. The evening breeze brushed past the green plum trees. Sang Zhiwan rose onto her tiptoes and whispered the confession, seven years overdue, into his ear.
