"The wind in September spins the beating maple leaves, and slow and passionate notes fill the ears. The Academy of Fine Arts of C University welcomes a new class of college students. The wind was blowing the girl's broken hair. She was holding a pile of new books. The books in her arms were hot from the nervous hands that were almost sweating. She walked in a hurry and ran into the school gate with a slight frown on her face. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised and she was cheerful, as if there was a tiny light in the new century hidden in her dim eyes. "I accidentally bumped into the freshman representative Mo Jin.
Intention: A casual brush of shoulders can rewrite the lives of two people. Is love not a smooth process?
