She is the most contradictory person in our school, a "problem student" who skips classes and gets into fights, and is always number one in her grade.
I couldn't stand her coldness, arrogance, and arrogance, but I couldn't help but be attracted to her...
Our story begins with a hot summer, a misunderstanding, and an accident where we fell to the ground.
I thought I could warm her heart and wait with her until that spring, but she still stayed in that winter forever... Leaving me only a jar of stars, a ring, and the spring that never had an answer.
I don't remember her name, I just remember her surname is "Bai".
This is the story of Miss Bai and I, about youth, regret, and a love that is too late to express.
Intention: How do we misread those who ask for help with indifference? And whether belated understanding counts as salvation.