The southern border is close to the sea, and the wind in late August carries the smell of salt grains. After classes resumed in her senior year of high school, Lin Xing thought her life would only consist of writing questions, taking exams and staying up endlessly late.
Until Shen Tangzhou appeared at the door of the dim shop at the end of Qixiang Street.
He was the reason why she escaped from Beicheng, and he was also the nightmare that she had not dared to look back on for three years. The string of Buddhist beads on her wrist, the scar at the end of her eyebrow, and the unfinished sentence "Why don't you listen to me" repeatedly hit her seventeen-year-old age like a sea wave.
When Beicheng's silver-gray Bentley parked opposite Yuneng High School, and when the flickering light came on in the corridor, Lin Xing finally discovered: Some people you thought you had thrown into the sea turned into a boat and wanted to ferry you to the other side.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Concept: Some people are the page you can't turn over, not because you don't want to turn over, but because they fold themselves into every page of yours.