I can even clearly remember what I was thinking when I first met him. Maybe I was just an ordinary passer-by in his heart.
Sometimes I really want to know what the other person is thinking. It would be great if I could know what impression he has of me, but now I can't do anything about it. It's just a secretly one-way love.
If only he had cared about me
I turned our story into a novel.
Concept: Youth Campus
