When Qiao Yi was in high school, he met Shen Zhou, who was one year older than him, and the young girl sprouted and grew wildly as the leaves fell in autumn.
She looked at Shen Zhou in the distance and then at the falling sycamore leaves and whispered: I really like him.
In the last semester of her senior year of high school, Qiao Yi stood under the plane tree and made a wish: she would be admitted to Nancheng University.
Intention: Secret love comes true