"I secretly like him."
Lin Weili couldn't seem to forget Xiao Zhi, the boy who amazed her youth.
"Does Xiao Zhi like me?"
She has asked herself more than once. She knows that she is so mediocre, but she always has to daydream.
"Who wants to have a crush on him!"
She always tried not to have any expectations of him, but she was still thinking about him quietly.
Lin Weili's secret love started in the summer, and before spring, it returned to its roots with the fallen leaves of autumn.
Intention: Thinking