At the end of summer when she was seventeen, the camphor leaves were blown up by the wind, and Wen Shuran and Xie Linzhou met at the desk by the window. One is delicate in liberal arts, and the other is cold in science. The auxiliary lines in the wrong question book, the side by side in the library, the silent peers in the playground at dusk, the black umbrella handed to them on rainy days, and the warm gloves in winter.
Philosophy: Xie Linzhou, a science major, met the cute and timid Wen Shuran when he was seventeen years old