Years later, Xia Yun stepped back into this once familiar campus, watching the younger schoolmates with backpacks, she seemed to return to her own high school time, an era that was free-spirited, candid, simple, yet shy and naive...
From afar, she saw a tall figure wearing a red and white basketball uniform, holding a basketball in his hand. If it weren't for the conspicuous wheelchair beside him, she would have thought she had traveled through time back to that dream-filled era.
"Ye Mo..."
She called softly, and Ye Mo turned to look at her. His face was sweaty, and there was some dust on it. His sportswear also had a few dusty spots... It seemed that, before she arrived, he had tried shooting the basketball himself. Apparently, he must have failed.
