Zhao Lin'er's home is in an alley in a small county town, and the walls of the self-built tile house are always stained with dust, just like her grades, which are always in the middle or lower grades - there are more red crosses than ticks on the paper, she can't help but feel sleepy in class, and even the summer wind has a soft feeling.
On the first day of school, she stood in front of the classroom for a moment and became a quiet corner in the class.
Will she improve her grades? Who will he become good with? Those soft and wilting feelings will always be slowly overshadowed by the warmth...
Intention: intention