When Chen Yi met her in his second year of high school, he was as gentle as a gust of wind, coming quietly and leaving quietly.
"The moon is very bright. It's useless to be bright. It's bright even if it's useless. Do you know its next sentence?"
The wind hugged me briefly, then blew to the people behind me
"Chen Yi, I will love you again in my next life."
The wind blew quietly across the lake, causing ripples, but there were already rough waves in the lake.
Concept: In the end, secret love is just a play played by one person