**Campus+Secret Love+Chasing Wife Crematorium**
She buried the secret love throughout her youth with her own hands, but he only saw the roses bursting out of the ground.
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Zhou Yu is an ordinary girl, with looks, family background, and grades.
Throw it into the crowd and it will disappear.
But she has a happy and humble secret.
She likes Song Jincheng, who is as carefree and unrestrained as the proud son of heaven on the grade commendation list.
Year after year, throughout her ordinary school years, it affected all her joys, angers and sorrows.
Even though Song Jincheng's eyes never stayed on her, even though she watched Song Jincheng fall in love again and again.
But it doesn't matter, secret love is her secret, she is careful not to go out of her way.
It wasn't until the day of graduation that she mustered up the courage for the first time to peek at Song Jincheng's application form.
But when she turned around, she saw Song Jincheng behind her, with a clear smile in his eyes, but a distant look that didn't reach his eyes.
It turns out he knew it all along.
He knew that she was treading on his footsteps like a clown, that she silently traced his eyebrows during her nap, and that she had written the names over and over again in her exercise book.
But he still remained silent, watching her joke.
Zhou Yu cried so sadly for the first time. She had always been quiet and silent, shouting about the bright future over and over again in the KTV.
She buried her three-year secret love with her own hands.
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Later, Zhou Yu went to the southernmost school. He just wanted to be as far away from Song Jincheng as possible.
She accepted other people's confessions and began her first love relationship.
At the class reunion, she calmly raised her glass to Song Jincheng for the first time.
"I wish you a bright future."
But Song Jincheng suddenly went crazy.
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Song Jincheng once broke the rose Zhou Yu prepared for him with his own hands.
At that time, he never imagined that the roses he once looked down upon would one day become the cinnabar in his heart.
Out of reach, out of reach.
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The title of the novel comes from Tian Fuzhen Xuanri.
Standing against impossible love,
It should also be like the hanging sun,
Let him fall.
Intention: None yet