Lin Wanshu transferred to a key high school and sat alone at the desk by the window, feeling awkward and out of place.
Jiang Xubai, who was sitting next to her, was a well-known aloof scholar in the school. He was a man of few words, but he always extended a helping hand to her when no one was paying attention.
The pen tips touch each other, and the evening breeze blows through the window.
The borrowed draft paper, the key points quietly marked, the umbrella tilted over on a rainy day, and the secret glances at each other under the sunset.
The thoughts of the seventeen-year-old were hidden in the gaps between the desks, and the two-way heartbeats slowly fermented with the breeze by the window.
There is no hustle and bustle, only the classroom, the chirping of cicadas and the long-lasting love of young people.
From sitting next to strangers, we have walked year after year.
CP: Lin Wanshu × Jiang Xubai
The artistic conception is just right: the evening breeze spreads calmly, and the young man speaks softly.
Intention: Young people accompany each other in a strange environment, heal in both directions, urge each other in their youthful and ignorant hearts, grow together, and head towards a better future.
