"Our beginning is a very long movie." Our beginning is a very long movie. Even when the story ends, there is still no beginning. In those days and nights when the desks were piled with exercise books and white papers, we were accompanied by the black and red handwriting on the white paper, the deep nights and the waking mornings, the depression and exhaustion day after day, and the numbers on the left side of the blackboard that were getting smaller by the day. That tired, boring and restless mood made our year so miserable. And those thoughtful letters one after another, and the recipient, actually became her whole world. There were so many things he didn't know. "Jiang Xueyuan." "Huh?" "This is Madrid, Spain." "Yeah." "I hope that I will be the one who can take you there in the future." She stared into his eyes, which were watery, as if they had silence and stars. Then she suddenly remembered that that was probably the last time she saw herself in his eyes.