"Some feelings are like the spring wind: they come, but they don't stay."
In the spring of her second year of high school, Wen Yan happened upon Song Tingchi reading poetry beneath the magnolia tree at the turn of the corridor.
A flower petal rested on his shoulder. In his hand was a dog-eared copy of Stray Birds. When the wind blew, the pages rustled, like some secret signal.
Only later did she realize:
Some people's names become the gentlest ache of youth.
"If I hadn't looked up that day, would I still remember which way the wind was blowing?"
Theme: I want to write a tragic romance
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