This Wild Summer Will Eventually Run Toward You

“Pei Yan, keep walking. Don’t look back.” Su Chi pushed him out of the cramped rental room and stayed behind alone in the rusted steel mill.

That year, the hot-tempered boy who had been rejected by his foster family clung desperately to the gaokao as his one chance, but he couldn’t take with him the person who had weathered every storm for his sake.

Seven years later, they met again at the top.

Dressed in a suit, Pei Yan cornered him against the wall, eyes red-rimmed. “You were the one who told me to leave. Now I’ve come back for you.”