In the sweltering summer, the sticky wind blew against her face, one after another, as if she was traveling through a tunnel of time and space with no end, but she didn't hate this feeling.
The road was really long, and time passed so slowly. When the big characters of the graffiti competition came into Xiaoyan's eyes, the young man stopped. She left the longboard, looked back at the boy in black, and suddenly felt as if she had really met an angel.
Concept: the beautiful sentiments of youthful campus
