On the camphor-covered high school campus, Chen Yu, the physics class representative, placed hot milk on the corner of Lin Zhixia's desk. The star marks on the draft paper concealed the solutions to the problems, and the buttons in the pencil case held unsaid thoughts. The seventeen-year-old evening breeze was wrapped in the fragrance of gardenia, and the wrong question, the sound of the guitar, and half a star were all put into an envelope folded from cloud paper.
Intention: In the youth of seventeen years old, the sweet thoughts hidden in the explanations and star notes