Everyone at school knew I liked Cheng Jinyu, except for him.
For three years, I chased after him and made a fool of myself in every way imaginable.
He was always distant, always silent, always expressionless.
Until the day I collapsed right in front of him on a spring outing.
Just before I lost consciousness, I saw his eyes turn red.
Later, my classmates told me that after I was gone, the coldest heartthrob in school had sobbed uncontrollably on the empty sports field.
So he had loved me.
So he had hidden it even better than I had.
In the end, all the affection we never got to confess became a lifelong regret.
