Lu Ming threw the heavy luggage on his dormitory bed, looking around but there was no one there.
The wasp at the door spent a whole summer building its nest, but was smashed to pieces by Lu Ming and his friends in one day.
Sitting in the car, Lu Ming passed by this land again and looked at the school gate that was engraved deep in his heart. It seemed that he had returned to the time when he had wasted several years here.
