My name is Lin Jinqi, and I live life to the fullest and joyfully. Laugh the loudest and live the most joyfully. But liking him is the only secret in my life that I don't dare to have all the fun.
I've tried confessing.
I often ask myself: Are we really just friends? Are those tacit understandings, those cares, those "exceptions" only given to me, his unintentional intentions, or his restraint? I asked myself and him, but no one answered.
This is a story about secret love - about a girl who lives her life to the fullest, and how she has been careful, worrying about gains and losses, and looking back three times to fall in love with someone for three years. In the story, there are music festivals, early morning escapes, beach surfing, and late-night solitude in the passenger seat. There are also countless "I thought he liked me" moments, and countless self-overthrows of "Maybe I'm just overthinking." It talks about those ambiguous moments when they are more than friends but not lovers. It is about a person who has secretly loved another person for a long time in his heart, but never dared to ask, "Who are we?"
If you have ever liked someone but didn't dare to say it, if you have thought over and over again those subtle concerns as evidence, if you have also asked yourself late one night, "Can we really just stop being friends?" - Then this story is for you.
Intent: A girl who lives a flamboyant and happy life, but is submissive in love and dares not to have all the fun - the story asks: when a person gives you all the "exceptions", is this "exception" evidence of love or the inertia of upbringing? And to be truly "fulfilling", does it mean living fearlessly, or daring to have a showdown in love? It's not "whether they are together or not", but "a person finally dares to be his most vivid self in love and is not afraid of losing".
