I have wanted to write this story for a long time and have been coding...
It is a warm little story about the failed secret love in the early stage, the crazy sugar-sprinkling in the middle stage, and the sweetness mixed with oil in the later stage.
I hope I can bring you some soft and warm feelings like chestnuts this winter.
I changed the title, "Love Has Its Own Will", also called "After I Know I Have a Secret Love"
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response