When I was 16 years old, I just entered high school. I remember the day I met Jiang Mo. The sky was slightly sunny and the weather was warm. He leaned against the window and stared out the window in a daze. The sun shone on his white shirt. At that moment, it was as if the sun and the moon were shining together. He seemed to have been shining brightly in my memory. Even though many years have passed, secret love is like a barb on the fingertips. It will hurt if you pull it out, and it will hurt if you keep it...
Concept: Secret love is the most beautiful regret of youth
