At the age of thirteen, he first appeared in her sight.
At the age of eighteen, he traveled across the ocean.
At the age of twenty-eight, they met again.
For more than ten years, the ignorant love of young people could only grow quietly in her heart, but she never said it out loud.
Now, there is another him beside her, one is as gentle as water, the other is as bright and sunny, and as kind as she is. How should she choose?
This is a story about secret love. Who hasn't had a secret love? At first glance, it may appear to be just plain tea, but upon closer reading, it actually has an undercurrent. What should love be like? As we grow older, we become less and less clear. Is it the sweet smile on the corner of the mouth that is so refreshing to the heart, or is it the desolate pain that arises whenever you think of that person?