Xu Nanzhi has unforgettable feelings for Song Yan who has been throughout her youth. The one-sided secret love is green, like the first bite of crushed lime, sour and bursting, all the lanes leading to you, the core takes root between the teeth, the branches pierce the unformed spring in the throat, the love of youth is the letter paper that hesitates to speak, and the wet handwriting slowly fades away in the rainy season. The most painful youth is not the unspoken confession, but the final understanding. The lime I bitten that year was destined to leave a lingering bitter taste for the rest of my life. Like a thorn embroidered in the veins. Whenever the rainy season comes. Light green acid seeped out along the bone seams. Soaking the dusk of all those who thought they were healed. Those unspoken feelings, the spring that disappears midway. It was the sore spot where the lime core took root between the lips and teeth. It was the first scar in adolescence. Song Yan may never have known that there had been such a humble girl who regarded him as the only one in her life.
Intention: Love yourself well
