September 8, sunny. On this day, Ning Yao once again stepped into the gate of Wenyuan Middle School. Eyes full of green, stubbornly covering the tail of summer.
Camphor has its unique light aroma, mixed in the cool wind of late summer and early autumn, and soaked in the orange sunshine. In the distance, a thin blue figure appeared in Ning Yao's sight.
Cheng Cheng, long time no see.
Intention: Good rain knows the season, when spring will happen