The summer night wind carries the sweet scent of orange candies and blows through the seventeen-year-old playground.
The story of Wen Zhiyu and Xia Xingmian begins with a forgotten orange candy.
It's the hand secretly held during evening self-study, the shoulder-to-shoulder holding an umbrella on a rainy day, the collection of poems handed to me on the competition stage, and the figure quietly snuggling up in the graduation photo.
The sweetness of the orange candy will melt and the evening breeze will disperse, but the heartbeat of the seventeen-year-old will always stay in that summer.
Concept: The summer of seventeen years old hides the tenderness and eternity of orange candy flavor.