The summer of their sophomore year of high school,
Zhang Tao and Sun Mingzhe became desk mates.
Sun Mingzhe thought it was a coincidence, but Zhang Tao had planned it all.
Sun Mingzhe thought they were meeting for the first time, but they'd met as children. It had been so long that Sun Mingzhe had forgotten, while Zhang Tao had remembered for the rest of his life.
Theme: The wind lifts the broken years like blossoms. Facing the wind rushing toward us, scattered points of starlight stretch to the light at the edge of the sky. The noise of the world and the judgmental eyes of society will eventually fade like mist.
