At twenty-eight, ten years after graduating high school, our long-silent class chat suddenly came alive.
Our class monitor, Xia Junmu, was dead.
After the funeral and class reunion, I found a mysterious parcel by chance outside Xia Junmu's old home. My name was written in the recipient field, but there was no sender's name.
There was only one thing inside: a notebook.
When I opened it, I realized it was a diary. But its owner seemed to be the late Xia Junmu?!
“June 28, 2012. Sunny...”
Oh, bothersome summer days. Have you ever seen a withered sunflower, or heard the lament of a rose?
Theme: Is the world full of love?
