[Xia He×Jiang Zhixu]
——"The green plums will eventually turn into ashes, and the rain will fall in the seventh year."
When sixteen-year-old Xia He drew Jiang Zhixu's profile on the seventh page of his sketchbook, he thought he would be her eternal rainy season.
He let go of her hand, said, "Xia He, it's time for you to grow up," and turned around to walk into the sunny day without her.
And she clutched the torn seventh page of drawing paper and wrote his name all over the glass window.
The last page is "I'm sorry" written for Jiang Zhixu
Intention: Work hard to write