The September wind, still carrying the residual warmth of late summer, blew through the two rows of sycamore trees at the entrance of Jiangcheng University, casting tiny pieces of light and shadow. Lin Yao was dragging a suitcase that was half a person's height, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her fair cheeks were lightly flushed. She looked up at the majestic school gate in front of her, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the handle of the suitcase, her eyes full of longing for a new life.
Concept: Little sweetheart