Secret love is very bitter, like the first taste of tea.
Holding a piece of Gu Yong and sipping it repeatedly, you can taste a little sweetness.
On the day Yan tide bumped into Shen Yu, it rained heavily in Nancheng.
The rain stopped, and he was trapped in her heart, suddenly near and far away, like the cool wind in March.
Campus, secret love, short stories.
The copy was first published on 2021.7.7
Intention: Find yourself.
