Love is the hardest thing to hide in the world.
Like the unfamiliar fragrance on the collar, like the silhouettes side by side on the balcony late at night, like the smiling eyes that always look at each other in the photos.
They thought they were guarding a sweet secret, but little did they know that all the love had already quietly landed in every inch of the air at home.
The younger siblings were responsible for secretly taking beautiful high-definition photos from all angles; the parents smiled and prepared the fifth set of bowls and chopsticks for dinner; and friends, with a tacit understanding, reserved two seats that would always be adjacent to each other at the party.
This is a story about an "open secret" - the truth about your love when the whole world is willing to, remain tenderly silent, and be ready to applaud.
It turns out that love cannot be hidden.
They all know it.
Moreover, I have already fallen in love with the house and the bird.
So, when should this underground love affair, which has been discovered for a long time, stop being hidden?
Intention: We fell in love secretly, and they secretly fell in love and went crazy