Memories that have been dusty for thousands of years gradually become clear in my sleep. Memory is like dried ink, which has weathered the moist and fresh love, but has deepened the promise of being together.
I am He Zihan. I love running, jumping, and screaming. Although my grades are very poor, I was admitted to University A because of my basketball specialization. Although everyone said that I was the No. 1 Point guard in the province, I lost the last game completely.
I thought that coming to A University would allow me to forget the past and fight against the odds again, but I never thought that there is a more distant past that has not been forgotten...