For Yao Xing, young love meant quietly putting her homework under the other girl's, bringing their shadows together while they stood in line, casually replacing her torn school jacket, watching her from afar for a long time, and tossing and turning late into the night.
Later, she was reborn. That young love became their hands clasped together, their synchronized footsteps as they walked side by side, matching hair ties, a flustered heartbeat, and the nervous question of whether she liked me back.
So, does she like me?
Theme: Grow together and become better for each other
