Secret love is like a long and dense spring rain, which can't be described in terms of tenderness and happiness, and what can't be described is longing and melancholy.
Whenever I think of that person, it will be the tenderest memory in my heart, and those things will stir my heartstrings like the wind blowing wheat waves.
This is a childhood sweetheart's secret love.
When childhood was over, the children who used to play with mud and bounce marbles gradually grew into boys and girls who were ignorant of love. She could not suppress her blushing and heartbeat every time she faced him.
For her, loving him is a kind of happiness, a kind of faith, and a kind of expectation. Even if time goes by and there is not much youth left. She will stay by his side until she puts on his wedding dress or takes his bride on her arm to accompany him into the marriage hall.
She didn't dare to express her feelings because she was afraid of losing her more completely.
He just wanted to watch him quietly like this, waiting for him, looking forward to his sudden look back.
But after all, he was two years older than her and in a different grade, so there were very few opportunities to meet, especially when she failed to perform well and missed the university he attended. They had no chance to see each other for four years.
Finally, she made up her mind to go to his city to pursue her, but learned that he already had a girlfriend.
What should she do, give her silent blessings and return home with no luck, or should she fly into the flames and face the difficulties......