My name is Xiuxiu. Today is my 508th day at the university, and my sophomore year is coming to an end. I live along the established track every day, dormitory, classroom, library... Now, I am repeating the actions for the 508th time, which makes me feel tired from the bottom of my heart. I am looking forward to extraordinary encounters. Like all girls in their prime, I am persistently waiting for my own highlight.
My name is Musheng. I was born on an island full of trees, where the people smile calmly and live a quiet life. Three years ago, I left the island and came to a small city in the south to start my college career. There are no long bluestone slabs in the south of the Yangtze River, no legendary quiet and deep rain alleys, nor is there the girl I expected walking from the depths of the alley holding an oil-paper umbrella.
She met him in the library.
She and he got to know each other through Bluetooth.
The distance of ten meters, the ambiguity between looking up and looking down.
This is how the story of her and him begins...