"The love of young people is like the wind blowing across the prairie fire, spreading across the mountains and fields, rushing towards the distance that belongs to them."
"Lin Zhi, I wish you peace every year."
Some people say that secret love is like a bitter green plum.
For seventeen-year-old Lin Zhi, a boy's love is like the August wind, blowing away the heat of summer.
He didn't take anything away, but left behind the gentle breeze and the chirping of cicadas.
Yes. The young man was obviously so brave, but he didn't express his true love.
So he told the secret to the wind and let the wind take away all his thoughts.
"Actually, I once walked around the entire campus just to take a look at you."
Secret love BE
Intention: Like flowers in the wild, like the wind setting a prairie fire