Sunflowers on Field Stalks

One spring, Jiang Yi took Lin Qiao back to her high school. In front of the bookshelf in the old library, she handed her a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums from her hometown: "You said that the flowers on the field ridges, no matter how inconspicuous they are, will grow towards the sun." Lin Qiao smiled, with bright eyes mixed with relief. The two walked out of the school side by side, with the past behind them and a common future ahead.