She's a girl from the north, from a small county town.
She's a biology teacher, and she just happened to teach her biology.
Ling Qing is a very stubborn person, and Wen Mu is even more like a stone.
When two stones collide, perhaps it's awkward, or perhaps they can spark a fire.
Ling Qing, oh Ling Qing, I wonder if this clumsy block of wood can ever float in your heart...
She was like a gust of wind, blowing through Wen Mu's heart at the same time each year.
Sometimes Wen Mu thought that as long as she stayed in the north, she would never be too far from the monsoon.
She couldn't remember the formula for photosynthesis anymore. How many free-floating amino acids were there? It didn't matter. Without Ling Qing, she thought she would drift through her whole life.
Theme: Who knows how many times in life we might meet? They couldn't say for sure, but that they'd cry when they saw each other again, that they knew.
