What Wen Yu remembers most about the summer of 2016 is the orange soda and that boyish back. It wasn't until 23 years ago that the back figure turned around and stood under a large sycamore tree. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the young man's shoulders. He stretched out his hand towards her, and Wen Yu grasped it decisively, as if he had held it for a whole summer and a lifetime.
[Our summer is coming to an end and their summer is coming]
Intention: Secret love comes true