A sudden autumn rain and a casually handed school uniform jacket made Lin Wan's youth full of Lu Jingxing's name from this moment on.
One thousand, three hundred and fourteen carefully calculated encounters, the names that were briefly side by side on the red list, the half-hour gaze secretly hidden in the library, the box of warm milk in the school doctor's office... She spent three years of her youth in this one-way rush. He was the radiant young man, and she was the shadow chasing silently.
His umbrella is always tilted towards others, his mobile phone screen saver is engraved with other people's names, and even his invitation to the graduation prom can be easily interrupted. This grand secret love was her fault from beginning to end.
It wasn't until the train heading north left her hometown and until the first snow buried all the past that she understood: some loves are destined to be ashes, but above the ashes, their own light can eventually grow.
Intention: secret love, sourness