
Echo of Youth
About This Novel
When filming, I came to my alma mater. During my break, I returned to the classroom at that time. There was a diary on the table. The first time I saw it, its title page was densely filled with my name. The thick book was filled with another person's love for me, the kind of love that could not be expressed verbally. The diary finally classified this love as - secret love. It turns out that during what I thought was the lowest period and the period that I least wanted to recall, there was someone who had been watching me silently and affectionately and liking me. I turned my love into words in the hope that one day I could hand it over to her, but my wish did not come true. The clock in the opposite direction was just a fairy tale dream. In the end, this love was covered with dust and was forgotten forever on the desk with her breath. No one knew that I loved her again.
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