When I was young, I mingled among your friends, and would go home together with everyone, talking and laughing, for fear of being noticed. When I was older, I was worried about not living at school, and wanted to create opportunities to see each other every day, but I didn't dare to be too blatant... The secret love may be that others think you have been ordinary and well-behaved over the years, but you have never dared to show your inner magnificence to others. I hope that the protagonists of those stories that dare not tell and ponder over and over can develop, and if possible, get what they want.
Intention: A boy I had a crush on. The story has a beginning and an end, I wish everyone gets what they want.