First Year of High School, Second Year of High School, and Third Year of High School.

This is the story of a high school student with a troubled girl's heart. She has experienced a lot of happiness and unhappiness on the way of growing up, and she is also lucky enough to have the vanity and attention she longed for on the way of growing up. I enjoy watching her grow. One year, two years, three years, it's such a long time, take your time, whether it's you, me or her. After all, growth is something that cannot be rushed. I only dedicate this article to the boys and girls who grew up in my high school days. I miss you dearly. Intention: About youth, about growth, about companionship.