Winter melon and lemon, sour and sweet. I will always remember the first time I met him, he was wearing a white vest with a big smile on his face and told me his name was Chen Hao. My eyes always move with him, and I like him silently, no one knows. Until one day, he stopped coming to the milk tea shop and everything came to an abrupt end. I realized that I didn't even know his name, age, or phone number. I think that he is dead in my life, but he is unforgettable. Maybe what I have always liked is just him in my imagination. But I still thank him, thank him for appearing in my ordinary youth and becoming the only ray of light in my three years of high school depression. *Short article, a story about secret love. The secret love in youth probably ends in nothing but will be remembered in the heart.
Concept: A story of secret love
