"Classmate, are you looking for this?" Gao Ming picked up the student ID in his hand and made eye contact with the ordinary student.
The picture on the ID became clear gradually, like memories that were raindrops trickling down a windowpane, sliding into the heart.
"Huh?" The student seemed as if he had just woken up, reacting slowly, and only after a long while did he reach out his hand, "Thank you."
Gao Ming actually did not want to return the student ID, which was filled with scattered memories from around the campus. If possible, he wanted to devour it, to lock all the memories inside his heart.
"What's your name?" Gao Ming's hand hovered in mid-air, "I want to see if this is really your student ID?"
"My name is Gao Yun." The male student answered crisply.
"Gao Yun? Like the Yun in clouds?" Gao Ming clenched the student ID tight with his fingers. He felt his blood boil as if it were literally, and his heart pounded very fast without knowing why.
