Simple life, boring study, and previous reserve, everything changed after meeting him.
He is my teacher, will he like this pale me?
She is pitiful, she is my student, can I love her?
The moment they met, their future trajectory was destined.
Ten years later, when I look back, I will be filled with tears. What is left behind is love? Is it hate? Whose heart and emotion are taken away by those falling maple leaves?