The last semester of high school, that hot summer. Because of family connections, Han Ke transferred from the big city to the small county town where his grandma lived.
The girls at the same table were as quiet as if they were isolated from the rest of the world, which made Korean guests feel a little bit refreshed in this tense and boring summer.
The newly transferred boy at the same table smiled at him very cleanly and said: "Hello, classmate Wang Yuanyuan, I am very happy to be my roommate with you. My name is Han Ke, 'Han' is the 'Han' of 'Han Yu', and 'Ke' is the 'Ke' of 'Guest'." He spoke standard Mandarin, and his name came out of his mouth, becoming soft, lingering, and extremely clear. As if his name is unique in the world.
The boy who smiled extremely handsomely in the sun, and the boy who called his name with the most beautiful voice in the world, was deeply imprinted in Wang Yuanyuan's heart and dream. In the countless years to come.