The midsummer wind swept through the corridors of the teaching building, and the young man's thoughts were hidden in the footers of the textbooks and hidden in the casual glances.
Xie Zhiyi is cold and reserved, while Lin Yanqing is gentle and dazzling. The two people, who were originally parallel, met quietly in the noisy youth of cicadas.
The distance between the desks, the moment when the eyes met, all the obscure heartbeats turned into the evening breeze, quietly bumping into each other's years.
Purpose: redemption