When the Ink Is Still Wet

Seven days before the college entrance examination, Xu Qingying found a note left by a stranger among the old books in the library. From then on, the silent conversations every afternoon became the only breather for the suppressed senior year of high school. She didn't know who he was, but she only knew that his handwriting was clear and his words were gentle, and he could always accurately solve all her confusions. He wrote: "Waiting is not passive. It is like a lighthouse, lighting up by itself." She asked, "What if I can't go where I want to go?" He replied: "Then go where you can and make it where you want to be." It wasn't until the end of the college entrance examination that she realized that the person who told her "don't be afraid" was Cheng Shubai, the top scorer in science who had stood at the top of the mountain last year. The admission notice brought them to the same city. The forty-minute drive separated the two universities, and also the entire dimension of youth between her and him, which seemed so close but was difficult to cross. This is a story about growing up, following, and ultimately learning to let go. Because of you, I have the best love I have ever seen. From then on, all the scenery in the world seemed ordinary.