I have written his name on the desk with my fingertips countless times, and I remember every horizontal and vertical hook in his name with my heart beating.
Until they met by chance many years later,
He was surrounded by friends, chatting and laughing——
"That's Wen Ran from Class 9, do you know him?"
"Wen Ran? Don't really remember."
-Youth is a non-stop process of missing out.
-I am honored to pass through your blooming.
The last sentence is taken from the Internet
A short essay on secret love/Third person text/For filling in gaps
Be but not completely
Concept: Secret love is a self-orgasm
