The love I felt when I was a student was probably burning my face and making my eyes red for you.
The little clumsiness is actually full of love.
For example: *The manuscript is filled with secret stamps of your name, I look at you with blushing heartbeat, and I can't express my love for you.
What is longing illness? I don't know either, but unknowingly, the days of missing you are longer than the process...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
