It was a sunny afternoon, and everyone in the middle school classroom was taking a lunch break. Cheng Xue was lying on the desk, half of her face buried in her arms. The side angle allowed her to just see Lin Yuhao sitting in the first row by the window. It feels like a dream, the boy's clear eyebrows, white short sleeves, silver gray casual jacket, and the moving corners of his mouth are fascinating, and you can't help but be fascinated by it. Cheng Xue was at this age when a girl's heart was overflowing. From then on, whether it was because she liked him or had a crush, she just wanted to be closer to him.
Concept: The first love I loved was the one who never really fell in love.