Seventeen-year-old Xia Zhiyi always sticks to the sweet smell of peach soda. When she first met Jiang Qinian, he helped her buy the 38-yuan taro cake.
The genius boy in the key class and the transfer student from the Little Sun Piano should have been two parallel lines, but they quietly became inextricably linked through chance encounters after night study hall, a startling glance on the basketball court, and the moment when the fingertips touched in the library.
He will sing her a song "Yin Xia's Confession" that belongs only to her, and she will ask for a peace charm for him before the game. In September, when the cicadas gradually stopped chirping, they stepped on the fallen leaves and walked down the long slope. Finally, when the street lights came on, they heard each other's accelerated heartbeats.
This is a long confession about midsummer, gardenia and youth's thoughts, and it is also the entire youth we have spent passionately.
Intention: People who love you are not afraid of time
