When I was sixteen years old, my first love was undoubtedly passionate and sincere, and it was a unique love.
Secret love is like fireworks that cannot bloom. No one knows what those fireworks look like.
The summer of that year was very hot, so hot that my heart was ripped out, leaving only him.
I wrote this while taking online classes at home during the epidemic. It's my first time writing. Just take a look~
Thank you everyone (show your sincerity) (bow)
Intention: You are enough