There is no system, time travel, rebirth or any setting, just simple daily life of campus youth, everyone has their own story.
A green campus, ignorant teenagers, and passionate friendship.
In the wind from more than ten years ago, there is the smell of ink from new books at the beginning of school, the smell of the rubber track on the playground, the smell of rice from the canteen at noon, and the faint fragrance of the white shirt of the boy in the front seat...
And time flies, are the people from that time still with you? Does the taste of that time still remain in your memory?
