Summer Rhapsody

Lin Nian: A chatterbox with a split personality, a short fuse, and a sentimental, artsy, over-the-top streak. Chen Sinian: A poker-faced, taciturn CEO with a high threshold for laughter, a rational mind, and an abstinent air.

Anyone who doesn't know the story would take one look and think, Ah, the sun is melting the iceberg.

But Lin Nian holds up a finger and wags it. "No, no, no. In our first year of college, he was the one who chased me."

But later, she was the one who pursued Chen Sinian.

With just two months to go before their wedding, Chen Sinian is murdered in a sunlit alley. The killer is the person who stabbed through his right hand when he was in his senior year of high school.

There aren't many things among his belongings: a diary, and Lin Nian, in a way.

When Lin Nian opens the diary he had kept hidden in his safe, she recognizes her own handwriting from high school.

The next second, she returns to the year she was seventeen.

There's still time to save Chen Sinian from the murder, protect his dream of becoming an artist, and save his life! Save me, too.

So Lin Nian throws her arms around seventeen-year-old Chen Sinian.

Chen Sinian: Who are you?

Lin Nian: Your future girlfriend.

Chen Sinian: The nearest psychiatric hospital is just ten kilometers away. Keep walking. Don't let me stop you.

It turns out that high school Chen Sinian was the cold-faced, lovestruck type.

Lin Nian rubs her forehead and smiles wryly. "This is going to be a little difficult."

But then, one day, after Chen Sinian vents his jealousy in a kiss, he says, "Are you this friendly with everyone?"

Before Lin Nian can think of the perfect answer, he fires off another string of questions. "So which do you like better, me now or me in the future?"

Lin Nian: "...Aren't they both you?"

Chen Sinian says, "They're not the same."

He repeats himself earnestly: "They're not the same."

Note: This isn't a mystery or revenge story. It's really a little tale about youthful, pure love, chasing dreams, reflecting, and growing up.

As summer stretches the shadows beneath the sunlight, when will this symphony of youth begin?

You shout, "Long live youth!" I answer, "Long live love!" We will endure forever, along with summer.

A friendly note:

I drew the cover myself. I don't normally write like that, but I did it by hand on my phone (that's my excuse). When I have money, I'll buy one (just making promises).

Theme: Love reverses time.