Parallel Lines Between H and Y

In the spring of his freshman year of high school, transfer student Lu Zhouhuai shined like an unexpected ray of sunshine into Jiang Yi's quiet and sensitive world. One is sunny and cheerful but introverted to her, the other is thoughtful but accustomed to passive waiting. They are two parallel lines that are infinitely close. They have exchanged unspoken glances countless times in the shadow of the camphor tree, but in the end they regretfully went their separate ways in the wind of graduation season.