The dawn breaks, the breeze blows.
Three white piles make up a small, insignificant micro.
"Xiaowei, wait for me, I can't catch up."
"There's no need to catch up with me, Juowei, I'm standing in front of you waiting for you."
"Obviously our names are similar, why are we so different?"
Concept: Girls help each other to make both of them better versions of themselves