The late summer wind has already been touched by the coolness of autumn, and the Sophora japonica that Jiang Yi'an has cherished for two years has withered again. No one knows what this girl is thinking, and no one knows that there is a boy named Song Suihuai living in her heart.
The old man always said that the ends of the names of destined people can be connected together. Unfortunately, they are not destined to be destined...
Concept: The school uniform of a young boy is wrapped in the greatest secret of my entire youth.