This is a story about secret love.
Yin Tonglu once fell in love with someone at her most tender age. Her immature love often made her feel embarrassed, but she always continued to have the courage to write that person's name on the draft paper, over and over again, after self-disgust.
Later, the secret love turned into a bright love, but it was always a one-way arrow; after graduation, they went their separate ways, and the promises they had made were never fulfilled. Gradually, she no longer had the extravagant hope that her love would be reciprocated, and her six-year love finally came to nothing. . .
Intention: It's not that I don't want to give up on you, but every time I have this thought, I find that no one can enter my heart.