In early autumn when I was seventeen years old, camphor leaves fell all over the avenue.
Xu Wan, who was introverted and quiet, bumped into the tenderness of transfer student Jiang Xu at the corner of the teaching building.
She hid all her secret love in a corner that no one knew about, watching quietly and never making any announcement.
Seven years later.
The evening breeze is still gentle, and the worries of the old year come back to me.
The love that was unspoken for all those years was finally fulfilled in the evening breeze after many years.
Concept: The regret of youth is not that we missed it, but that we both tolerated and cherished it.