"My wish this year is that he can see a little bit of me, even a little bit."
No one knew that I liked him, maybe only Feng knew. I had a dream, and we still met in the dream. I no longer had a crush on him. This time I pursued bravely, but he really didn't like me. I was not even the second female lead in his life. This time I still watched him fall in love with her vigorously.
Later, I didn't miss him deliberately anymore, I just thought of him in many small moments, such as a movie, a song, and countless moments when I closed my eyes.
Intention: He is really very good, but I can't catch up.