In the noisy high school classroom with the chirping of cicadas, and the sun shining through the green sycamores smashing through the glass windows, Lin Zhiyao hid his entire youthful heartbeat, all tied to Zhou Xu in the next class.
She had saved countless letters filled with her thoughts, but she never had the courage to hand them out; she deliberately passed him by countless times, only daring to trace his profile with her peripheral vision.
On the day of graduation, she watched him disappear into the crowd, sealing up all the joy along with the midsummer.
Intention: Life is just a passer-by, why bother with thousands of knots.
