It was early summer in June when Li March met Lin Zhong for the first time.
She is eighteen and he is twenty.
The last time Li March saw Lin Zhong was in late August and summer.
She was twenty-four years old, and the boy's smile was still the same as when he was twenty-four.
Warm like the sun.
That summer, that boy.
That summer, the young man was in his prime, and the hot summer wind blew his heart, tugging at the heartstrings of ignorant youth.
That summer, with ignorant feelings, the girl said to the boy who was like the sun:
"You are my hot summer that I don't want to forget."
Intention: Summer