The college entrance examination is finally over. The moment the results are released, from being at a loss to accepting it calmly, Weiran realizes that the future path is his own, and he must accept it no matter the good or bad.
Weiran has been a good girl since she was a child. She has never been deviant. She has been with her first love for two years without even holding hands. But in college, Weiran wants to have a real relationship. Even if they turn around and become better people after graduation, they still have to fly into the flame this time...
Purpose: Like many young book lovers, I once tucked romance novels into a thick chemistry book during class, and was caught by the politics teacher who asked me to write for an examination. I also used to hide under the covers with a flashlight and secretly read novels, fascinated by them. When I was fourteen years old, I remember that I was still in the second grade of junior high school. I wrote my first short story by hand, with poor illustrations. It was widely read by the whole class, and the classmates in the next class also came to borrow it. My dream at that time was to become a writer when I grow up. When I was in college, my best friend and I often went to the rental bookstore outside the school to choose books, and then bought half a watermelon. We ate the watermelon with a spoon in the dormitory while giggling. I also tried to write two novels later on, but I didn't become a writer in the end. In a parallel time and space, I chose another path, worked hard in the workplace for ten years, became a capable and elegant professional woman, met a handsome husband who was a top student, and started my own happy family with two lovely babies. Now that I think about it, those times when I was addicted to novels were sweet and beautiful. She gave my youth a lot of love power. She made me feel good and evil, understand rejection and choice, and also healed my occasional minor injuries. Ten years later, I think I can calm down and write something. It doesn't matter even if no one reads it. I just want to write beautiful stories about youth, love and dreams. Who knows who you will be in the next parallel time and space?