I have always called this story a youth romance because it is the story of my high school bestie. Her youth was the same as that of all of us ordinary girls. She was not beautiful, a little fat, smart, studied hard to get good grades, and most importantly, the boy she had a crush on, her childhood sweetheart, never liked her.
Not all ordinary good girls will be loved. This is youth. I have written too many regretful and painful youth stories. The best ending is just that the person also likes you, but you find out many years later that you missed it.
I just want to write this story so that the girl can grow up carefree and longing for being loved during the long waiting time before the flowering period.
People's memories will always be beautified in the direction they want.
My mentality is probably because we have experienced too many so-called melancholy and so-called sadness in our youth, and I want to create a warm memory for you.