Youthful love is often very unforgettable. Those sweet fantasies of secret love and lemony whims are so ridiculous but so cute. You obviously want to confess but you have to pretend to be reserved, you obviously like him but you have to pretend to be indifferent. What he thinks is the most ordinary answer, you want to turn it into the warmest one. At the end of the night, only the remaining midsummer and the oxidized sour grapefruit are left, but secret love may not be growth, so there is no need to regret it. At the age of sixteen, she met him who was as gentle as jade. At the age of seventeen, she met him again, a warm and sunny person. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. At the age of twenty, he said to her, "Sorry, Ye Zi, we are not suitable." At the age of twenty-four, she finally learned to let go.
Intention: growth