The suitcase was spread out on the floor of the dormitory, like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, waiting to be filled with four years of memories.
The afternoon sun shines through the beige curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor.
I stood in the middle of Dormitory 412, Building 3, Nancheng University, surrounded by scattered professional books and half-packed luggage. Fine dust floated in the air, dancing slowly in the light pillar.
This is the last day of my college life.
His fingers unconsciously groped in the already half-empty wardrobe, and when they reached the bottom, they suddenly came across a piece of soft fabric.
I gently pulled it out, and it was the all-too-familiar black hooded sweatshirt. The cuffs have been worn white and fluffy, but the collar still stubbornly retains a faint citrus scent.
I buried my face into the fabric and took a deep breath.
Time suddenly goes back.
Intention: She is the best person I have ever met