When I Blow Out the Birthday Candles

I am currently writing "An Endless Heavy Rain". I may write an extra chapter from Fang Song's perspective as a follow-up to this article. Copywriting: Later, my secret love was silent and unknown, and I was destined to be a passerby who passed through his life for a short time. But I always remember watching him from a distance across the playground crowd, walking with him on his way to the cafeteria to eat after playing ball, and slowly groping with his painting homework. Those bus stops we walked together after studying in the evening, the milk tea shop we stayed at in the summer, and the studio with snow falling in the winter. He won't care or remember, but I will miss him occasionally. - In 2012, before blowing out her birthday candles, Huang Ying silently made a wish for the boy she liked to have a bright future and everything goes well in the future. "At the beginning, I also imagined that I could be a romantic heroine in a sweet novel, from school uniforms to wedding dresses." Concept: The taste of secret love is sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter