In the summer when he turned eighteen, Lin Xingchen dragged his old suitcase into the university gate. She is the kind of girl who is the most inconspicuous - with average grades and pretty appearance, you can't find her in a crowd. Her mother told her to "be brave", and she nodded in agreement, but she knew in her heart that what she was best at was hiding in corners.
Until the day of the opening ceremony, she saw the boy standing in the light.
Sunlight streamed in through the side window, coating his white shirt with a layer of light gold. Lin Xingchen sat in the seventh row and secretly watched him for three minutes. She thought it was just an ordinary heartbeat in youth - a war and chaos alone that would never have a follow-up.
She thought it was just a secret love she had buried deep in her heart. Little did he know that his eyes had already been fixed on her.
Later she realized that what was more rare than a two-way secret love was that when you were still secretly looking at him, he was already planning a future with you.
She is a girl who writes, and he is a boy who studies physics. He used a formula to calculate the probability of their encounter - the conclusion was: less than one in a billion. "So," he said, "meeting you is a miracle."
Four years later, at the graduation ceremony, he knelt down on one knee in front of everyone:
"Physics tells me that everything in the universe has a trajectory. And you are the only direction I am sure I don't want to deviate from."
"You are the light that I want to get close to but dare not touch.
Later I realized that that beam of light had long wanted to illuminate me. "
