In the early spring of that year, Yuwei and Bai Jingting met for the first time on the basketball court under the setting sun.
The boy who smiled and said that he would become a very good actor was firmly imprinted in Yuwei's mind along with the scenery that evening. Even the traces of gossamer in the breeze were so clear.
The ordinary years have become turbulent, and then they are out of control.
The wind is slow and the gossamer is turning, the sky is open and the water is bright.
You are the gust of wind that makes my hairspring find its direction of rotation.
