Campus writing, romance "Many autumns later, Xu Zhixia
I will always think of that summer. The sound of the wind passing through the corridor, the ice-cold orange soda he handed me, and the words he turned around and said "We will meet at a higher level" when we parted at the end.
It turns out that some farewells are not the end, but the unfinished melody carried by the wind, gently echoing over and over again in the years to come.
Concept: Youthful Regrets and Growth