"You are the quietest window I have ever seen. But the window never speaks, it just lets light in."
2012, County high school. The taciturn Yang Hao met Zhang Ting in a white T-shirt on the day of registration. An intersection that started in QQ space, a hand-holding under the desk, a smile drawn between fingers - their youth was not vigorous, only those inexplicable things hidden under the dullness day after day.
Later he learned that some people had used up all their luck just by meeting them.
This is a campus story about missing and missing. Written to everyone who has ever waited for someone to light up under a gray avatar.
