The first sight in the autumn light is the setting sun in the corridor on the second floor, the silhouette of a thin boy, and the thoughts that a fifteen-year-old girl hides in her heart and dare not express.
Lin Mo's re-reading time was half a desperate preparation for the exam and half a secret appreciation. When she met Liu Baohua, she met someone who was cold, full of tenacity, and a name that she couldn't let go of for the next fifteen years.
He was born in a poor life, but he was born toward the sun; he was taciturn, but he had his own light. Across several rows of desks and countless timid glances back, she hid her delicate thoughts again and again.
Years go by, fireworks are everywhere, and the diary is lost in the old days, but the appearance of that young man and the unspoken concern have never faded.
A late-night accident and the name of a rose made the thoughts that had been buried in the dust for fifteen years surge up again...
Intention: All the past has been lost to the present.