Hello, Mr. Qin, my name is Su Aiai.
Snow-capped mountains.
Later, Su Aiai introduced herself again.
At first she thought this secret could only become a poisonous strain in her heart, until one day the person she regarded as a god took the initiative to soak into her venom.
Love is deep, and we will always see each other.
Mr. Qin, you are well.
Concept: Everyone's youth has more or less similarities, whether it is answer sheets, textbooks or some people who appeared during that time period. I don't know if you have ever had such a moment. There are some people who seem so close yet so far away that we can't reach even on tiptoe. Su Aai'ai was very ordinary, ordinary like most people at that time, and her love was also very ordinary, too ordinary to be expressed in words. The matter of secret love may be the white moonlight and cinnabar moles in youth. I don't say the result, but I hope all the lovers can be happy.