That winter, when Ji Qinghe was looking back at the playground, he bumped into Jiang Mingsheng unexpectedly.
From then on, the "accidental encounter" in the stairwell, the gaze under the tree when she took time off from running, and the long detour after school just to walk side by side for a while at dusk, became the grandest and quietest ceremony in her sixteen years.
Until a comment came from time to time, like an ice edge that cut through her smooth sailing pride.
Two thousand words of explanation, the unanswered "Can we still be friends?", The "Happy Birthday" stuck at zero o'clock...
Youth may never promise an ending, but the moment of meeting for the first time is enough to illuminate all the brooding nights thereafter.
Purpose: Let go of the pride that was stabbed when you were young, and treasure the first encounter that no one can remember.