Wen Shunian thought that those seven days were just a scrawled footnote in high school - from holding hands to breaking up, so short that it was too late to learn how to like someone.
Later he learned that some stories were not over, but just paused for too long.
The reunion after two years, the afterglow at the badminton exchange match, the narrow encounter in front of the restaurant, and that cold windy night when he rode a battery car for more than an hour to find her, but in the end he sat in her back seat and let her lead him through the night of half the city.
They all made a tacit agreement not to mention that year. Pretend that it is just old classmates reminiscing about old times, pretend that you have passed the age where your heart is easily moved. But when the wind from the river blew over, she softly called his name.
He spoke the truth.
She took a picture of his back.
— Wanfeng knows everything, but he just doesn't say anything.
Intention: Those who have been missed will meet again in a better time. The seven-day love affair at the age of seventeen was not the end, but the prologue of a long story. We grow up separately and meet each other at a higher place - this time, all regrets will be filled with tenderness.