The secret love of ordinary people.
Fang Qi and I met on an autumn day, when maple leaves fell all over the street, but it was not a clear autumn day. The sun was still dazzling, and what was missed was still missed.
Friendship in autumn has a beginning and an end. I knew from the beginning that it would not last a lifetime, but I still stubbornly believed in it.
Xu Jiao's perspective, semi-realistic.
It is composed of small things, so it is relatively fragmented. The protagonist of the story is our allusion. The hope of this relationship that ended in vain dissipated in the river of memories.
Intention: Secret love is not regret