"When I was sixteen, I wrote your name on the glass mist. When I was twenty-six, I burned your body temperature on my ring finger."
On a humid September morning in 2008, transfer student Song Yi smashed Lin Qingyi's homework book in the corridor, and a strawberry hair rope started a ten-year entanglement. When the girl pressed the coins from the astronomy club to the foggy glass, the sketchbook of the senior high school senior was already filled with the profile of her dozing face.
"I exchanged 634 cups of jasmine tea, 92 rainstorms, and 18 auroras for you. The only measurable uncertainty is you."
Concept: In the folds of time, all gazes that hesitate to speak are previews of love. When the barriers of prejudice and cowardice are crossed, those thoughts soaked in the rainy season will eventually bloom into eternal spring.