This is destined to be a story without a name that cannot be counted as a story. This is destined to be an unprovoked encounter with no ending. In the vast sea of people, two people met, hesitated, then turned around and left, sighing. The two of them were each other's passers-by, but in their short lives, they left the most painful mark. The past is like the wind, and the fragments of broken happiness or pain have long been blown away, drifting in remote and secluded valleys. After experiencing the frost and snow of a long and severe winter, they finally thawed in this steaming summer and tell you the story.
The heroine of the story, Lin Xu, is a quiet and stubborn ordinary girl. She has the same small joys and sorrows, small thoughts and fantasies as you, and a similarly pure white high school campus life. But in her heart, there is another secret past, a story about her and a teacher. This tangled emotion was like the plum blossoms flying like snow, falling quietly in that ignorant rainy season, brushing all over and still full, becoming a faint and painful imprint of youth that she would recall and shed tears for throughout her life.