Ever since I met Qi Ze, the castle in my heart has been falling step by step. I surrendered, but he didn't know it and kept making noises.
"Hey, what a good fate, we are at the same table."
Where does the fate come from? It is obviously the obsessive entanglement of some fool.
The thoughts that you want to blurt out again and again are silent secret words that no one can decipher.
Youth is always mixed with lemon candy, and secret love is also an unforgettable imprint of youth that is imprinted on the heart. It is a black line that is obvious after writing your name on the scratch paper. It is a pretending to be calm when chatting with you at the same table and repeatedly recalling it when alone. It is an unspeakable secret hidden in the bottom of my heart. When I think back to the candy, I think it's quite sweet, but it's so sour that I wouldn't eat one.
Note: The text is updated from time to time, first person, rough writing, short story
Mission: Youth without regrets