Student Council President Lu Nanqiao met Gu Mujin, a transfer student who had fainted at the opening ceremony of his senior year of high school. The girl with long light brown hair who always drew four-leaf clovers in her sketchbook, with the secret of congenital heart disease and the aura of a botanical genius, broke into her orderly world like a gentle wind.
"The fourth leaf of the four-leaf clover represents hope," Gu Mujin's fingertips stroked the yellowed pages of the herbarium, "and the extra leaf I have is probably the one I met you."
In the humid air of the greenhouse, in the flowing notes of the piano room, and in the morning light smelling of disinfectant in the infirmary, the two girls approached cautiously. Lu Nanqiao learned to identify every variety of wood sorrel, while Gu Mujin recorded the star patterns that appeared in the corners of the other person's eyes every time he smiled. When they exchanged body heat on the rooftop in the early snow, and shared their heartbeats on the eaves of the rainstorm, the unspoken love was hotter than any oath.
Until the shadows on the white walls of the hospital swallow up all color. On the eve of the operation, Gu Mujin pinned the collected six-leaf clover specimen to Lu Nanqiao's collar: "Look, we have found a one-in-a-million miracle." The girl's kiss was as light as a four-leaf clover falling, "So don't cry, my little president."
When the spring cherry blossoms bloomed again, Lu Nanqiao had a hardcover herbarium on her desk. The title page reads: "You will see my never-aging face on the back of every leaf." Under the starry sky at the graduation ceremony, the student president walked onto the rooftop for the last time, holding an urn in the shape of a four-leaf clover in his arms. Somewhere millions of light years away, two stars finally met.
Concept: The wind can take away the four-leaf clover, but it cannot take away your luck.