They were at the front and back tables. He liked her, but he never said it. He just looked at her silently. And to her, he was a friend, a buddy, a best friend, and a bestie. She basically has no rules about love, and he usually doesn't show it out, so she never knows his heart. Later, she was also very confused about her heart. Her sister told her that she liked him, but his coldness towards her made her dare not tell him her inner thoughts. In her heart, there is no real love at all when she is still young. She feels that this ignorant feeling now is not love, but maybe just a good impression between friends. In this way, they missed each other again and again. Is there really no good outcome for first love?