In the late summer of September, the cryptomeria trees sway gently. The cicadas chirped non-stop and the old fan whirred.
A clean young man broke into his heart.
He asked countless times: Is there really a destiny in this world? Otherwise, how could I have met you?
Wang Ran responded to him more than once: Meeting is the beginning of fate.
Concept: Youth, campus, the throbbing and memories of youth