Zhao Lianger
Seven summers ago, I met a girl named Wang Yunqing.
She asked me why I never called her by name. I didn't answer. I wish I had told her then...
That summer five years ago, the girl named Wang Yunqing disappeared from my life. As if she had never been there, she faded away like a passing cloud, leaving me unable to find any trace of her.
Ji Shishan
That summer, five years later, I finally found the place she had written about in her diary, the most beautiful scenery in the world...
To find that scenery, I traveled roads I could never have imagined walking.
