The early autumn wind blew the fallen sycamore leaves all over the high school campus. When Jiang Wanzhi raised her head from the desk by the window, she was caught off guard and fell into Shen Yu's smiling eyes.
From casual glances in class, walking side by side after school, to the small candies hidden in the pockets of school uniforms under the evening breeze, the green and astringent palpitations slowly fermented every autumn. It turns out that there was some excitement, as early as that mid-autumn year, following the autumn wind, they completely crashed into each other's eyes. In the ordinary daily life of campus, there is the tenderness and preference that young people cannot hide. They have him every year in late autumn.
