Secret love is a matter of one person, but open love is a matter of two people. She once carried her own secret, looking for clues from the corners of the other person's eyes and brows. For her, secret love is not painful. She can cover up her humble love with her head raised, and she can also get the pleasure of drinking poison to quench her thirst from every move of the other person. So what did she do wrong? Two people who were originally inseparable could be good friends even though they couldn't be lovers. Why were they eventually separated by the torrent of time? She turned around and looked around. Even when she saw his back, she could no longer find a reason to wave.
Concept: A girl's secret love is ultimately her secret love