Frightening Things Happen, Year After Year

The seventeen-year-old wind blew through the sycamore leaves and the boy's clean shirt. Jiang Suihe stood at the corner of the corridor, watching Chen Yang and his friends walking by with smiles, and his heart skipped a beat. She knew that from this moment on, her youth was tied to this name. She wrote a full diary, but did not dare to hand out a love letter; She accompanied him through countless evening self-study sessions, but she never dared to say "I like you." Looking back many years later, she realized that the price of a glimpse was to spend her entire youth remembering it.