Those youth under the bright sunshine, those fleeting years that will never come back, those memories of gardenias swaying in the peerless scenery... Xia Xue returned to the high school campus again. The breeze blew, and the bright sunlight fell like diamonds from the gaps in the dense green sycamore leaves. There were laughter like silver bells echoing around her, and students in clean school uniforms walked by one after another. Xia Xue knew that everything could never go back. . . . . .