Li Huai touched my head as usual on the day he left.
He said: Goodbye, classmate Rob.
For Li Huai, separation from me was just leaving a funny friend.
But to me, his departure is like burying a jar of wine in the soil.
The wine contains my secret love, and the longer it goes on, the stronger it becomes.
"I never said I liked you."
"But I know."
Meeting or separation is an endless cycle.
Concept: Secret love is an ordinary thing