At fifteen or sixteen, when everything felt fraught with danger, I met someone. The boy was radiant as sunshine, and I knew I would never forget him.
In the summer of ninth grade, the breeze around the summer solstice was neither warm nor cold. Zhang Mucheng appeared in Lin Qinghuan's school life.
In tenth grade, Zhang Mucheng and Lin Qinghuan parted ways, and he went to another school.
In twelfth grade, they met again, each having gone through different experiences.
Later, at twenty-seven, Lin Qinghuan was about to get married. At her wedding, she sighed: “As my middle school years were coming to an end, a boy in a school uniform unexpectedly appeared before me. I never imagined that someone like him would come to hold most of my youth, and become the regret I have always kept silent about.”
