My Teenage Years

Everyone has had a first love: that beautiful, innocent time, that person who would throw caution to the wind. In our long lives, we always keep a place for them in our hearts. Who goes through life without regrets? Imperfection itself can be a kind of perfection. Later, I finally learned how to love, but you had already gone far away, lost in the crowd... A sunny, straight-up jock who cries easily, loves to cling, and plays basketball, the class heartthrob, top × a devoted, persistent, calculating, patient, beautiful young top student, bottom [Reader's Guide] 1. A short, sad campus story Mengmeng wrote years ago. 2. To my surprise, it's told from the top's perspective. 3. While proofreading, I realized the bottom is awful in ways you can't even see. My heart aches for the poor top. Because of Love: Loving you was fate, not an accident. Theme: