Seventeen-year-old Lin Yuwei met seventeen-year-old Chen Yuzhou.
She is a quiet and introverted liberal arts girl, and he is a taciturn science guru. A chance meeting at the same table made two parallel lines quietly intersect. He silently helped her out and patiently explained the topic to her; she hid her heartbeat in her diary and made her wish with a four-leaf clover.
From a young high school to a foreign university, from school uniforms to suits, they have stayed together across mountains and seas, and have also been forced to separate by reality.
When we met again five years later, she was already the planning director in her own right, and he had become a calm and dazzling young talent. Time has worn away the recklessness of youth, but it has not erased the deep concern in my heart.
That yellowed diary, those unspoken loves, finally came to the best answer after going around and around.
It turns out that the best love is that after ten years, we are still us in the end.
