"I collected six hundred and twenty sycamore leaves that you stepped on, but I still couldn't enter your world."
Zhou Yu'an, a transparent girl from a key middle school, spent three years tracing a person's outline in her diary. He is Xu Jiashu who always stands at the top of the podium - a campus male god with excellent grades, a prominent family background and a gentle smile. She was an observer in his shadow, recording that he loved drinking iced Americano, hated the taste of mint, and would unconsciously tap the table three times when turning his pen. And he didn't even know her name.
An accident brought two lonely souls together: Zhou Yu'an picked up Xu Jiashu's diary filled with thoughts of death, and Xu Jiashu discovered Zhou Yu'an's secret love phone with his photos hidden in it. Behind the rusted iron gate on the top floor of the old teaching building, in the dusk with the sycamore leaves rustling, he took off his perfect mask for the first time and cried on her shoulder until his whole body was shaking. She finally touched the starlight, but left burn marks on her fingertips.
Concept: We all grow into specimens in a transparent petri dish. They call this growth.