Under the shade of the sycamore trees in early summer when I was young, I raised my eyes unexpectedly and saw Lin Zhinian, the most stunning person in the world.
I am ordinary and mediocre, with low self-esteem and an ordinary family background. I am like a weed on the street that no one pays attention to, humble and hidden in the sea of people.
She has gentle eyebrows and a stunning face. She is carefully cared for by love and a good family background. She is a bright moon and breeze that is born with its own light.
The first time I saw him in elementary school, he fell into ruin, and his thoughts have been buried deep in his heart since then.
Across the differences in appearance, family background, and worldly divide, I cautiously gazed from a distance, secretly falling in love year after year alone.
Some heartbeats start from a startling glance, trapped in inferiority and cowardice, and finally look at each other from afar.
To the most beautiful you in my entire youth, who was unattainable, extremely gentle, and could never be touched.
