Secret love is like a sour green plum. When you bite into it, your heart is full of bitterness, but you can't bear to let it go. Fortunately, the secret love is silent, no one knows her little thoughts, and no one will laugh at her overestimation. It's a pity that the secret love is silent. He will never know that she kept the umbrella carefully all night, and when he returned it to her the next day, her palms were sweating; he will never know that she was happy for a whole week because of his casual concern; he will never know that all the joy and anxiety in her youth were related to him.
Purpose: May all secret loves come to fruition
