Sophora Japonica Waiting to Return

In autumn, the locust flowers fall very early... Sixteen-year-old Li Zehui stood at the front of the team, like a beam of clean light, falling in the eyes of many people. She wanted to get out of the narrow alley on her own. But the wind of the times, the calculations of others, and the involuntary fate are all pushing her forward. Only the old locust tree on the hillside blooms every year, quietly waiting for someone to return home, a love that refuses to bow. When do locust trees bloom, when do people feel at peace?