Lu Xia didn't know when she started to like Meng Wenjiang.
Maybe it was when Meng Wenjiang held the pen cap in her mouth and wrote the contact information on the palm of her hand.
Perhaps it was because of the warm sunshine that Meng Wenjiang was wearing a gray-pink T-shirt and passed by her.
Or maybe it was when Meng Wenjiang asked her for money in the canteen.
"Meng Wenjiang
Look down at me in your next life."
Concept: Everyone has a white moonlight in their youth