A blatant secret love that just wants a perfect ending
The young man on the basketball court is full of energy, radiating sunshine and the brightest smile of his age, which makes the girl peeking outside blush.
"Xia Ningyu, are you okay?"
The withered yellow sycamore leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of my youth, and the autumn wind blows through it with a sour and long-lasting secret love.
Intention: Missing you makes me sick