Also known as "Middle School Student's Love Diary"
like you,
care about you,
Afraid of seeing you.
But afraid,
Can't see you.
Quiet secret love, like a warm wind in summer, so charming that even her hair melted.
At certain times, she would always think of what Zhang Ailing said: "When I meet you, I become very low, low to the dust, but my heart is happy, and a flower can bloom from the dust."
Giving up is the easiest thing, right?
Intention: love