Taking myself as the title, I compose the story of youth (ps: inspired by the author's personal experience)
At the age of fifteen, on a day when sunshine and darkness intersected, Xu Yaoqing met a cold-hearted and sinister man, and the sour and sweet spring began.
The sun was very warm that day, and Xu Yaoqing complained that she had caught a cold again. Suddenly, a clean and sharp voice interrupted.
"I also have a cold, and I caught it from you. How are you going to be responsible for me?" Shen Lingye said with a faint smile.
It's just that the sun was unfaithful that day and betrayed the girl's blush and heartbeat
...
She sat in the classroom, looking back at her youth with a smile, that was her 18-year-old, her secret love as quiet as a snow-capped mountain.
Concept: Secret love is hard, but my boy always shines brightly in my heart