She is an honors student who always ranks first in exams. She lives in everyone's expectations, and even her likes have to be carefully hidden in her diary. He is a "problem student" in the eyes of the teacher. He lives in the mud and fists, and even looking up feels like transgression.
This was supposed to be a parallel line that would never intersect at both ends of the diagonal line in the classroom, but at the entrance of the alley on that rainy day, his blood-stained hand pulled her behind him, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
For nine years, she flew to the starry sky of Harvard, while he struggled in the mud of reality. A note that says "Actually you are very smart" and a ginkgo leaf bookmark that says "May you fly to the sky" are all the sweetness and bitterness of their youth.
When fate makes them stand in front of each other again, those unspoken loves, those late-night tears, those long journeys that took nine years for each to travel - this time, do the parallel lines finally dare to tilt toward each other? The answer that the seventeen-year-olds could not give, at the age of twenty-eight, do they still have time to write it?
Intent: True love is not about salvation, but about two people struggling to move forward in their own worlds, but always working hard to grow in each other's direction until they are qualified to stand in front of each other and say "I am worthy of you." It takes nine years to cross the distance between wildfire and starlight; and the best reunion is when you and I have become better versions of ourselves.