When the first year of high school started, Shen Tingwan noticed a boy who was wearing a particularly neat school uniform.
He helped her correct the wrong decimal points on the papers every time. The pencil mark was very light, as if he was afraid that it would not be erased if she used too much force.
Every time she handed in a paper, she would fold a corner, and he would smooth it out for her every time.
There are three rows of seats, an arts and science section, and a word that has never been spoken between them.
On graduation day, she stuffed the letter into his desk, but he didn't reply.
She found out three years later that he burned it and kept the ashes in an iron box with him.
"Some like it, they are born to be burned."
Concept: Some likes do not need to be answered, and some summers are destined to end.