Lin Wanxing always felt that the sunlight on the third floor of the library was magical. It can gild the profile of Lu Shiyan, the top student in logic, and make the simple drawings of sycamore leaves in his notes glow with starlight.
A pen with a little sun printed on it, a carefully completed notebook, a secret love that started with "helping each other", in the aroma of camphor leaves and sweet-scented osmanthus, slowly changed from "you help me with my logic" to "I want to see the parasol trees on campus with you".
This is a story about youth, secret love, and the little thoughts hidden in the footers of notebooks and pencil scratches.
Concept: mutual illumination and growth in youth
