"I know February can have at most twenty-nine days, but please let me selfishly claim those extra two days."
Feng Qian has always found it hard to keep her feelings hidden, but then she met Jiang Zhe, someone she could only keep in her heart. A girl's first love is often doomed to end without a beginning, like a gust of wind passing through a tree, quickly swallowed by the sky. Only the rustling leaves can prove it ever came.
Theme: In memory of the courage I had as a girl.
