My name is Lin Yu. When I was fifteen, I moved to Japan with my parents.
Spring in a foreign country was beautiful. Cherry blossoms fell on unfamiliar streets, and I thought I would be lonely for a long time.
But things seemed to stray from my expectations right from the start.
Kuzumi Sakura, the quiet girl in the library, always happened to sit across from me. She didn't say much, just tucked notes into her books, writing her thoughts on what she'd read in neat handwriting. Only later did I understand that those notes had never been meant for the books.
