In high school, on the first day of school, she met a young boy by chance while holding her book in her arms. Interaction of forces, books, scattered all over the floor. He hurriedly squatted down and touched his fingertips. In college, she had already lost him with her own hands. She stumbled along the way in society. She knew that she would meet him, but she didn't know. But she didn't know that after meeting, it would be a long time no see, or if she just passed by. (After a long time/it was deleted and reopened)