Secret love is very bitter, like the summer wind, which sounds nice but is full of heat when it blows. Many of Chen Xi's friends once asked her why she refused even though she liked it. She smiled and said nothing.
I know it's you by looking at my back, I know it's you by my voice, I know it's you by looking at my shoes. I'm afraid that my eyes may be mixed with love, so I don't dare to look at you.
Purpose: Record my youth