When love really comes to you, do you choose to bravely pounce on it like a moth, even if there is no dregs left at the end, or do you choose to preserve yourself and survive alone and tenaciously in the long world. At an age when she was not good at talking about love, Lin Jiajia wanted to tell him straightforwardly that I like you in the small town of her youth. If time went back, Fu Jiacheng didn't know what his answer would be. Perhaps those fleeting throbbings would prove to the years the unspoken confession.
A good student in everyone's eyes, a man who is good at pretending; a girl who thinks love is just a fairy tale, a girl who is full of frustration and thorns, what do you think love is? Young love is just a fairy tale?
Intention: Don't turn unsaid words into regrets. This story is about youth and love. Confess it now.