In the midsummer of Wutong, when she was seventeen years old, Song Xinran was filled with joy, and all her joy was folded into her secret love for Jiang Yanci.
She hid in the corner of the corridor and peeked at him playing ball, writing his name all over the scraps of paper. The love letters she handed out carefully were shelved, and her enthusiasm was wasted time and time again by indifference.
Jiang Yanci was a young man who attracted much attention, and he never lacked supporters around him. He knew Song Xinran's intentions, but he always pulled her ambiguously, neither accepting nor pushing away.
The cicadas chirped noisily all summer, and the love slowly turned into grievance and sadness.
When the autumn wind swept away the first dead leaves, Song Xinran finally put away all her preferences and turned around to leave.
Later, Jiang Yanci suddenly came to his senses, and when he turned back to look for the girl whose eyes were full of him, he heard only the night breeze whispering:
The cicadas were still chirping in the midsummer that year, but Song Xinran, who was willing to go to him, would never come back again.
Concept: Love is not long-lasting, and love is not perfect either