I have always felt that the four years of college from the ages of eighteen to twenty-two are the gentlest and cruelest transition period in life.
With gentleness, we finally broke free from the shackles of Tihai and our parents, and had our own time, social interaction, emotions, and secrets; with cruelty, we learned to face confusion, gaps, complex interpersonal relationships, and loss of fruitless efforts alone for the first time, as well as a love that had no results, no accountability, and ended silently.
No one's university is glamorous all the way.
Behind the excitement, awards, gatherings, and trips in the circle of friends are mostly hidden late-night anxieties, silence when alone, low self-esteem that dare not speak, and the heartbeat of quietly giving in.
This story is not a vigorous youth legend, but the most real four years of thousands of ordinary college students: the trivial conflicts in the dormitory, the pressure of grades, the hypocrisy and warmth of the club, inferiority and self-healing, the tentative and restrained two-way secret love, the friends who are drifting away, and the self who has quietly grown up.
Concept: Two-way secret love story: We are attracted to each other when we first meet each other in the freshman year, and we refrain from temptation throughout the whole process. There is no direct confession, no bloody misunderstanding, and the unique regret of adult youth.