My love for you is unquenchable, like weeds that cannot be burned out by wildfire but will grow again with the spring breeze.
Secret love article
first person/be
The male protagonist is a prodigal and will never look back
I'll scold you for the bad writing.
Weibo@baiyunzaijiu
"Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again." - Farewell to the ancient grassland Bai Juyi.
Intention: secret love
