Wen Zhiyan's entire impression of that dull summer camp was this:
A sweltering, sticky midnight.
An unwelcome guest breaking into his secret hideout. The moment he looked up, moonlight spilled down.
Their eyes met. A silent, thrilling glance, as the music on his iPod reached the instrumental break.
The model student pointed at the high wall. "Want to escape?"
Her voice was just loud enough to cut through his headphones.
From then on, during every day they spent escaping their cage, they were strangers passing by in daylight, but met night after night, sharing racing heartbeats and getting up to trouble together.
Until the summer's outdoor movie screening came to an end. The hot, humid seaside was the perfect place for the ambiguities of adolescence to grow, and the proud, aloof boy was the first to confess.
"Wen Zhiyan." This was the first time Tong Shiyi had called him by his name, but she calmly declared him out of the running. "You're kind of boring."
The rising tide sent salty seawater and raindrops rolling in along the shore. Summer camp ended, and the last rain of the season finally arrived.
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Tong Shiyi's plan was meticulous: learn the roster, fabricate information, deliberately get close, let her target take the bait, then turn and walk away.
To deal her former enemy the most devastating blow.
"When the summer ends, and you go back to your life."
If the six-week summer camp was a long, ambiguous shelter from the rain, then this seemingly endless but ultimately finite rainy season could be described as uncontrolled, frenzied, obscure, and possessive.
Theme: I will love you all summer long
