That summer when he was seventeen, the sunlight outside the window was painfully bright. Xiang Xiazhi sprawled lazily across his desk. The old-fashioned fan overhead rattled and whirred, bringing a faint breeze that eased the stifling heat and faded some of the flush from his face. At that moment, the boy looked through the hazy window from the corridor, his deep, bright eyes fixed on the girl's rosy face…
Theme: Summer days and wind chimes can always bring back those hazy, beautiful memories of youth
