Short story about secret love be
When I graduated, I took the classmate list and asked my classmates to sign one by one, and finally plucked up the courage to walk up to him.
His handwriting is beautiful,
But the pen was so sharp that I didn't expect it to hurt me.
With a quick glance, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.
It turned out to be ten years.
Concept: sour youth
