In September at Jiangcheng University, the sycamore leaves begin to turn yellow and the sweet scent of osmanthus fills the air.
Lin Wan hugged a stack of textbooks she had just received and hurried through the bustling campus. On the first day of school, she was almost late. It was all due to the recurring dream last night - in the dream, there was always a young man in white standing under a huge ginkgo tree, reaching out to her, but she couldn't see his face clearly.
