Sun Qichen stood under the sycamore tree, Lin Ke looked at him from a distance, and his grip on the suitcase lever became much heavier.
Lin Ke turned his head, not sure if it was sweat or tears that shed. He walked forward with his suitcase, slowly but without stopping.
Behind Lin Ke's sight, tears shone in Sun Qichen's eyes. Under the sycamore tree, neither of them saw each other's tears, only the leaves of the sycamore tree falling all over the sky.
Purpose: Essay