Some fate is a scarf that flies away on a windy day, a silent coexistence in the corner of the library, and the grandest and quietest secret in youth.
Throughout his high school years, Wei Hailing carefully measured the distance between him and Zuo Qingyang. Until a storm of malicious slander pushed him away from her world, leaving her alone for seven years.
Time flies, but the sycamore trees in my alma mater remain the same. In an old book, he reunited with her at the age of seventeen across time and space - the poem on the yellowed note was her unspoken apology and search.
When the autumn wind blew again, she gently took off the book he was using to cover himself and asked: "So, after seven years, have you received my note?"
Intention: Time can never stop the sincerity, if you run in both directions, you will eventually return.
