The Breeze Turns the Silken Threads (Bai Jingting)

In the early spring of that year, on the basketball court beneath the glow of the setting sun, Yu Wei met Bai Jingting for the first time. The boy who smiled and said he was sure he would become a very, very good actor, along with the evening scenery that day, was etched firmly into Yu Wei's mind. Even the faint traces of the breeze were crystal clear. The ordinary years were stirred up, and then the waves became impossible to stop. The breeze drifts, the fine threads turn; the sky opens wide, and distant waters gleam. You were that breeze, giving this wisp of silk a direction in which to turn.