Summer is the season of love for girls. The blazing, bright sunshine is sweeping across the surface, as if it is dyeing everything in the world a brilliant golden color. The girl lives deep in the boudoir, she is quiet and blooming, and a gentle male voice sings softly through the thin earphone cord, I like you, this is my exclusive memory.
The girl was leaning lazily on the window sill, with tiny pieces of dust flying as far as her eyes could see. Youth seems to be wrapped up in dust, floating aimlessly in unknown places. The girl closed her eyes slightly and was about to fall asleep sleepily. Suddenly her eyelids were hot. When she opened her eyes blankly, a ray of God's pursuit light fell on her impartially.
Concept: Not all secret loves have to have an ending, and romance can also have no consequences.