(Dark history, don't read it)
Do you still remember your crush when you were young?
"Gusts of wind are blowing, the leaves outside the window are gradually falling, and the rows of sweet-scented osmanthus are exuding their fragrance. The boy I love is so out of reach."
"In the early morning, the sun shines on the ground, and the group of boys comes smiling. My boy brings light."
"It took me more than two years to like you and three years to see you clearly."
"The year I fell in love with him the most, I felt relieved."
I can only use poor writing to record my love for you.
This book is my story and his.
Purpose: Record my secret love