Eighteen-year-old Su Jiaojiao always followed Jiang He's back with her eyes. He is the cool mint in midsummer, and she is the delicate flower that timidly approaches her. She approaches with joy, but only touches a piece of coldness. On the campus's tree-lined avenues, by the window during evening self-study, and in the stands at the sports games, she folded her thoughts into paper airplanes and flew to him again and again, but never returned. This secret love hidden deep in the heart is like a mint that is tightly grasped. The harder it is, the more bitter it becomes. In the end, even the courage to speak out is blown away by the wind, leaving only a chaos of war where love cannot be achieved.
Concept: Secret love is a grand monologue that no one knows about. The heartbeat as sweet as mint collides with the tenderness like the scorching sun. In the end, it only results in the sadistic ending of self-indulgence. The obsession of not getting what you want finally becomes the unspoken regret of youth.