The open window in the study allowed the night breeze to drift in. It made the diary pages flutter continuously, creating a collage of Su Zhinian's handwriting from juvenile to mature and back again.
Amidst the shuffling sound of the pages and her tears, a phrase appeared in her mind. What is Youth without Passion?
This was the sentence that he had told her when he went to fetch her at the northern countryside. During their midnight talk session, when she asked him about Tingting, this was what he had told her.
At the time, she had thought that Tingting was a girl whom he had loved since his youth and that he had not given up on her. It was not until that moment that she realized, the sentence 'What is Youth without Passion?' meant more than that. A hidden meaning that had eluded her until then—If there was no Zhinian, would there be a Qingchun?
