When We Meet Again, He Will Run Towards You Holding the Stars in His Hands

Lu Shiyan still remembers that Qiao Nianyao's hairpin fell to the ground that afternoon when the cicadas were chirping noisily when she was seventeen. She tilted her body back slightly and turned her head to pick it up. The fallen hair swept away the side of her face with the movement. The sunlight happened to fall on the tips of her slightly frowned eyebrows and the corners of her pursed lips. Gu Shiyan suddenly paused - it turns out that when someone turns their head, the curvature of the broken hair blowing against the cheek will be more attractive than the wind in the midsummer evening. That glance became a secret he kept throughout high school.