When she was sixteen years old, she wrote down her favorite things in the wind, rain, and running track, as well as in a goal card that no one knew about.
The person she likes stands on the podium, young, restrained, sober, and always separated by a distance that she can't walk across.
So for many years afterwards, she thought it was just a silent and fruitless worry in her youth.
Until she returned from afar and opened the door of her alma mater again.
Until she stood in front of him again as a teacher.
It wasn't until that snow, many years later, that he finally said to her:
"Lan Xin, I have always liked you."
This is a story about youth, growth, waiting and reunion.
It is also a story about "after that year", spring finally came slowly.
Intention: restraint, delicacy, growth, two-way travel, adult reunion after the boundary between teacher and student