For all three years of high school, Zhang Yunhui always came in second.
First place always went to Miss Yu, a girl as quiet as the clouds beyond the window.
He remembered the loose strands of hair falling over her face as she bent over her work, the faint tremble of her eyelashes as she softly recited her lessons. He remembered everything about her, except that he never dared to tell her he liked her.
Later, they both went to college in the same city, but at different universities, seven subway stops apart.
He thought they had all the time in the world, but in four whole years, they never once “ran into” each other.
The summer he graduated, Zhang Yunhui pulled a book from a shelf in a library in another city.
Someone on the other side of the shelf pulled out a book too.
Through the gap, he saw a pair of familiar eyes.
Seven years. From second in class to first in her heart.
At last, this fish had swum into his life.
