"Jiang Shu!"
"I'm here."
Seventeen-year-old Song Yu meets seventeen-year-old Jiang Shu.
Maybe it was when we hugged each other that we could hear each other's rapidly beating heart. Maybe it was when you held hands for the first time that you heard my confession, and the shyness of teenagers remained in that sticky and bitter summer when we first met.
Heartbeats always come suddenly. It may be that the sunshine at the end of August just stops on your eyelashes, it may be that it rained too much that day, or it may be that when I look back at every diary entry, you appear.
Secret love is a fruitless spring.
Intention: Wish me success