Amid the chirping of seventeen-year-old cicadas, Qing Suiyi caught Huang Yucheng's cold gaze.
Later, the headphone cables shared between desks, the notes secretly passed during evening self-study, and the shadows walking side by side on the way to school all became fragments that she carefully treasured.
When the passion of youth collided with the coldness of reality, she finally saw clearly that this fruitless pursuit taught Qing Suiyi the most painful realization: no one will stay with you for a long, long time. Some encounters are just brief encounters. What is left is only the vague back in the memory and a "why" that can never be asked.
Intention: No one will stay with you for a long, long time
