But whenever I talk about whether I have someone I like, I subconsciously think of that versatile boy.
The first novels written by many people are about youth campus novels, and I am the same, but in my ending, the girl I like silently finally has a happy ending, and the bitter secret love has a different result.
The breeze of spring, the scorching sun of summer, the fallen leaves of autumn and the cold wind of winter, whether they are born, old, sick or dead, regardless of joys and sorrows, they accompany each other.
And my youth began in that midsummer and ended in that midsummer.
Concept: The fruit of secret love is always hard to swallow