"Awen, do you like this? You're very good."
Jiang Yue smiled lightly but was speechless.
He is the light in Suyun's world, just like the scorching sun in his freshman year of high school, so enthusiastic and public.
"It's me. Jiang Yuewen, happy wedding."
Secret love is to stuff your thoughts into your diary, put them into your dreams, and tell them to the wind.
Concept: How can a coward's secret love come to fruition?