Campus love is mostly sweet and interesting when I recall it.
And secret love is a wait that ends in vain.
Nanzhi was sitting in the playground of his alma mater, holding his graduation photo in his hand, thinking in the summer evening breeze: "I don't know how he is doing. I don't know whether I liked him at that time, or the self who might be liked by him in my heart."
As the evening breeze blew, Nanzhi was filled with emotion.
Intent: A beautiful story of campus youth.