This can be regarded as a true story, derived from life. I am just narrating the whole thing slowly from the perspective of a bystander. There is no ups and downs of the plot, no intrigue. Just an ordinary youth story.
Maybe you don't believe that this is true love, but after all, you have experienced the sadness and pain of hopeless and confused love, and I feel really sad and shed tears. But there is also joy and sweetness. No matter how it ends, maybe we will remember it with a smile.
I don't know if it can truly reflect the character's mood, and I don't know if it can be understood by readers.
That's it anyway.
The story of the flower season, the story between girls.