The late summer wind carried the chirping of cicadas as it passed through the teaching building. Holding the textbooks she had just sorted, she bumped into him at the corner of the corridor. The sun shines through the glass window, casting tiny spots of light on his white shirt. The young man lowers his head and hands over the fallen notebook. The inadvertent touch of his fingertips makes his heart skip a beat. It turns out that pure love on campus is an unexpected encounter, a name secretly copied on a draft paper, and a hesitation in speaking hidden in the wind when walking side by side along the tree-lined avenue.
Concept: Youthful pure love: hiding tender thoughts in unexpected encounters