She never thought she would become friends with such a "little trumpet". Xia Chenxi is outgoing and smiles, like a ball of brown curly hair; Wang Zhen is introverted and quiet, and speaks as straightforwardly as a knife without a sheath. At first it was just an accident of being at the same table - helping with food and chatting after class. Later it became a habit, walking side by side on Wutong Road every day, and noisy fights during make-up classes. The pressure of study follows them everywhere, but they begin to understand that true understanding does not require long speeches. It can be just a sentence of "I am here", or a "hurry up" while grabbing each other's wrist in a dark corridor. This is a story about growth and companionship, about how two completely different girls exchanged the quietest and loudest echoes of their youth in the most accustomed way to each other, and gradually lived out each other's shadow. Their story has just begun.
Intention: Love does not need to be named, it has its own destination