When Wen Shuqin was sixteen years old, he had an unforgettable dream. I have never forgotten it since then.
During the time she stayed at Lin Shuzhou's house, she felt familiar countless times.
Every second spent with him was like a dream painted with butter, sweet, or soft.
"Azhou, is that you?" In another throbbing summer, she finally became firm.
... Lin Shuzhou, I seem to have caught that dream.
[Update on busy weekends with studies]
Intention: Intuition tells me that you exist.
