In her sophomore year of high school, Qi Mian transferred to City C due to family reasons. A glance on the side of the road in a dull afternoon brought the young boy Zhou Fang into her sight. The look at each other in front of the watermelon stall stunned her. They met again by chance and her whole youth was destined to be related to him.
His casual words fell in my ears and imprinted in my heart. Chew it repeatedly, thinking it has deep meaning.
He turned back inadvertently, and when their eyes met, he turned away for a moment. Even though he knew it wasn't him he was looking at, the ink in his hand finally became dotted.
The draft in the stairwell, the sunset in Jiuling Mountain, a pair of hands in the subway, a bowl of porridge on a rainy day...
Intention: I hope that we can all be together with the people we love, even if the process is difficult, but I am willing.