She said that secret love is like the candied haws bought by mistake in winter. The warm sun shines down, and the outer layer of syrup is bright red and pleasant in color. When you take a bite, the taste is extremely sour, and the thin layer of syrup cannot cover it... Those emotional changes caused by adolescent psychology climaxed with him, and also receded with him. Of course, she never saw him again, and their fate ended abruptly on that breezy afternoon.
Intention: secret love, growth