When we first met, I thought I could follow in his footsteps and become the heroine of his life. Later, I discovered that he already had his heroine.
When we saw each other again, the little deer in my heart was still running wildly. I raised my hand to say hello politely, but the answer was a puzzled look.
Secret love is like bitter melon-flavored candy. An inadvertent brush with someone, a chance encounter created by someone else, or a couple's clothes accidentally worn are all sweet. But your indifference, attention to others, and the truth behind your clothes are all bitter, just like this sugar. Although it has sweetness, its essence is still bitter. Me too. Although there are surprises, I still can't get my secret love.
Concept: It's not that no one loves you, it's just that you haven't discovered the people who love you.