If love is a carnival for two people, then secret love is a solo performance by one person.
An endless secret love began when I was a young and ignorant teenager. The light traced his outline from his back, smiling at me in the sunshine. His smile made the winter no longer cold like a spring breeze, and the autumn wind no longer bleak like midsummer. During those extremely dark years, he broke into my life with a sunny smile, disrupting all my steps.
The one I have a crush on is named Yuan Zixu.
I thought that this secret love would become a thing of the past like most of the secret loves in school. As fate arranged, I met him again. He was still so dazzling. The setting sun outlined his sharp face, which made me fall in love again.
