At the fork in the new college entrance examination, Lin Xiaotang chose Shi Shengzheng and walked into a classroom full of strangers. She and Zhou Jiashu were just classmates. There was no intersection, no excitement, just the ordinary daily life of each immersed in writing questions, endorsing books, and rushing towards the future. In countless similar mornings and evenings, they walked quietly side by side, forming the most realistic appearance of seventeen years old.
