Ye Qiao felt that this island research trip had gotten her into serious trouble.
Looking back, it all began one summer fourteen years ago.
The hospital, the smell of disinfectant, blue hyacinths... and the boy who grabbed her arm from behind as she stood by the rooftop railing.
"If you jump from that height, you'll splatter everywhere. Think of the poor cleaning lady." The boy had one leg in a cast and a bruised face, yet he grinned as if he didn't have a care in the world.
-"..."
"The cafeteria's serving sweet-and-sour pork tonight. It smells amazing. How about sticking around for one more day?" he suggested.
-"..."
"A vicious little girl like you is going to have a hard time finding a boyfriend. Why not consider being my girlfriend?" he said, rubbing the slap mark on his face with a put-upon look.
-"Get lost."
If everyone has a past they keep hidden, then all of Ye Qiao's unspeakable "dark history" has one witness in common: Lu Wenchao.
Time passed. If not for those familiar pale eyes, Ye Qiao would have found it hard to connect the aloof, impeccably dressed man before her with the chuunibyou idiot from her memories.
Good news: He didn't recognize her.
Bad news: He was pretending.
She had thought their paths had crossed only briefly, like a sea breeze from their youth. She never expected that years later, the same theatrical twist of fate would sweep across the island in summer once more.
(Cover photo taken by the author... a little ugly, with minor flaws.)
Theme: Sincerity and passion.
