I feel a little shy when I walk by you gently; I feel a little nervous when I look at you through the window; I feel a little attached to the umbrella you hold for me... I walk slowly, quietly waiting for you. Although I don't look back, I know it's you. 6 Years ago, you took the initiative to come to my world and comforted me who was uneasy. During the 6 years, you left because of me, and I waited for you silently. 6 Years later, will we be separated from each other's world forever? Sometimes, how much I want to run to your class, hold you tightly, and ask you, where is the courage to break into my world?
Concept: Youth campus novel