That autumn stairwell, Y casually threw a small ball, hitting M's head, and the beginning of her entire youth. In the countless days that followed, M was like a devout collector, secretly collecting Y's every careless smile and every brief glance in the playground, corridors, and shadows of the old teaching building. She thought this was a secret that only belonged to her, until the light words "I don't want this kind of free gift" fell in front of everyone, and the world she carefully constructed was shattered. The sound of heartbreak turned out to be so soft that it was easily drowned out by the drunken laughter of friends. In the intertwining of tears and laughter, M finally understood that some heartbeats were destined to be used to say goodbye. This is a story about "letting go". It's not about letting go of the unreachable him, but letting go of the humble, cowardly self who is lost in love.
Purpose: In the unresolved secret love, learn to reconcile with your imperfect self, and eventually grow into a more complete individual.