It was a sparse and ordinary morning. He stepped into the classroom in the morning light. The sunlight fell behind him, spreading a gentle halo.
The moment she raised her eyes, her heartbeat skipped half a beat for no reason, as if a beam of light that belonged to him suddenly shone in her dull youth.
It's the corner of your eye that secretly looks at him in class, it's the figure that is locked in the crowd, it's the thoughts that are hidden in the corner of the draft paper that no one dares to know.
He silently lit up her ordinary high school and dyed the gray years with gentle colors.
Later, the light gradually faded away and he disappeared into the sea of people. From beginning to end, this period of worry was just her own chaos.
But looking back, there are no regrets, only warmth.
It turns out that grand secret love itself is the happiest little thing in youth.
