When he was seventeen years old, Chen Zhiyi, who transferred to another school, met Xie Nanfeng for the first time.
The young man sat in the last row by the window, with broken hair hanging on his eyebrows and a lazy look in his eyes.
She thought he was the kind of person who didn't care about anything.
Later she learned that he would buy an extra carton of milk every morning and put it on her table when no one was looking.
She thought she was hiding it well - secretly drawing his profile, secretly looking at his back, secretly liking him.
It wasn't until much later that she opened his notebook and found a yellowed photo in it - the ID photo on her transfer registration form.
There is a line written on the back: Chen Zhiyi, seventeen years old, likes to drink plain milk, and his eyes are crooked when he smiles.
The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
He was never a redeemer, he was just another lost man.
It just happened that they were walking the same path.
Intention: Work together and grow together
