Su Wan's life is gray.
Gray school uniforms, gray old residential buildings, gray quarrels, and gray silent tears.
Jiang Yichen burst in like a ray of light, so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.
He is good at everything - he is good-looking, has a sunny personality, has a rich family, and is gentle to everyone.
He and she are not from the same world at all.
Su Wan thought that this preference should be short-lived, like the sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn, which fragrantly fades away after a while.
But Jiang Yichen squatted down and picked up the petals that fell on the ground with her.
"It's okay to thank you," he said, "I'll open it again next year."
Su Wan didn't tell him that she wasn't crying because she was sad——
But for the first time, someone let her know that broken things are worth picking up.
