In that spring rain, Song Zhiyu's schoolbag was not zipped up, and the test papers were wet by the rain.
Ying Wang stood in front of her, with water dripping from the tips of his platinum hair.
Looking at each other for ten seconds, the tips of her ears turned red first.
What is more violent than the spring rain is the uncontrollable heartbeats of boys and girls.
An unexpected encounter in the spring rain and a reminder that "the zipper of the schoolbag is not closed" slowly caused two originally parallel lives to intertwine.
Until that moment, Ying Wang opened his palms, and the light mole was clearly visible.
"Spread your hands."
He smiled, covered her wet right hand with his cool hand, and held it tightly.
"Do you feel it? The mole on my palm." The numb itch spread from Song Zhiyu's palm to his whole body.
This second, just this second.
She fell hopelessly in love with him and the mole on his palm.
Concept: Spring will wither and cherry blossoms will scatter, but the love that begins with details can last throughout youth.