Crossing the Galaxy in the Blue Sky: My Deskmate Is a Traveler in the Heavens

Lin Zhixia has a broken pencil. There was an orange kitten attached to the barrel of the pen, which was lost for a year, only to appear in a burnt classroom. Jiang Xubai has a string of old Buddhist beads. One bead was missing, and he couldn't tell when he lost it, just like he couldn't tell why he always met her in the corridor at three in the morning. They were classmates. The forty centimeters between the desks was just enough for her to smell the scent of sandalwood on his school uniform, and just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the profile in the drawing book when she lowered her head to draw. Forty centimeters, just enough for two people to pretend everything is normal. But in that burnt classroom, he said to her: "You are indeed here." Sure enough. The word means he expected it. Those long corridors filled with regrets, those doors plastered with names, those tears seeping out of the cracks in the doors - she thought they were just dreams. But the white beads on his wrist and the beads with the word "white" engraved on them in her pencil case were on the same string. Some things start right from the first sight. It wasn't love at first sight, it was a reunion. This is a story about regret and redemption. The two walked from the desk to the galaxy, healing the youth of others in the universe, and seeing their own reflections in each other's eyes. There is no destiny, only choices again and again - she walked towards the door without a name, and he stretched out his hand and said "Don't let go". Under the blue sky, there is always some light between the desks. "You are indeed here." "Yeah. I'm here."