"You don't know, you never know how much I love you..." Chu Ming choked, tears streaking across her cheeks, falling drop by drop on the plastic-wrapped photos and on the young man's smiling face.
Chu Ming likes a person and has liked him for six years. In the past six years, Chu Ming carefully hid her feelings, like a heartless person who dared not approach him or appear in his life. She could only silently hide in the corner and watch the person she thought about day and night being possessed by others, and watch her own moon shine on others.
Love was turbulent but silent. Chu Ming never mentioned her love to Jiang Chen, or in other words, she never thought Jiang Chen would like her. "Jiang Chen, let's be friends, so that I can still love you secretly."
Youth is always vigorous, and secret love is like the summer wind, beautiful and hot. "It doesn't matter, the wind will always blow, even if it's an inconspicuous weed." The summer wind arrived as expected, bringing with it the madness of youth and a story belonging to Chu Ming.
Concept: Be bold, we only have one youth