——In Tibet when I was seventeen years old, the wind and horse flags were flying and falling, like a fleeting dream.
Xia Zhi thought that meeting Lin Zhi was just an accidental projection of clouds hitting the ridge, which would dissipate after seven days.
When they parted, Lin Zhi didn't say "goodbye" and only said "see you later" and she didn't take it to heart.
It wasn't until he entered school in the new semester that Lin Zhi contacted Xia Zhi again...
Later they fell in love, but Kyoto and Chengdu were separated by half of China, their grandmother's hospital bed, and the financing that Lin Zhi couldn't negotiate...
They all said that the young heart cannot bear the vastness of mountains and rivers, but Xia Zhi still followed the crowd back - because some love is not a momentary fireworks, but a belated return.
Concept: Love is the way back across time and distance