In the midsummer of that year, the sound of cicadas from the south filled the entire playground. She was leaning on the horizontal bar reading a novel and a basketball rolled at her feet. The cold boy asked her to throw the ball back. She fell in love with it with just one glance, and the next glance would last forever. She knew him, he didn't know her. Using all her courage, she took 99 steps toward him, and at the last step, he left. (Hoo! Do you think this is youth trauma literature? How is that possible!)
When we meet again, someone feels that he failed too much in chasing someone back then and cannot bear to look back. This has ruined his current "cold image" so much that he can only hide, hide, hide.
He only stopped a shrinking little girl, "Aren't you the one chasing me? Why, you're in love with someone else?"
Intention: May those who ask for but not get a secret love be able to ask for it and get it