When I was young, I always thought that I would be the protagonist in a novel, and the person I liked would step on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me... But I forgot that life is not a novel, it is just a novel. I am not the protagonist. To be precise, I am not the protagonist in his life. I can only be regarded as a bystander in his life. Even after many years, that name seems to be integrated with my own flesh and blood, like a thorn in my heart that cannot be removed; like a scar on my body, the more I cover it up, the more glaring it becomes.
Purpose: Secret love for outsiders, unattainable