The flutter of young love at school was when he casually explained a difficult math problem to me. The notes we passed in class, our conversations on the way to and from school, the playground after exams: those were the best days of youth. Open love is bold and bright, while a secret crush is bitter at first, then sweet. But Tang Shuang realized her feelings too late. It took a month of dreaming about him every night while he was away for her to understand that she liked him. She spent six years with him, then took another two to realize she was in love. How many more years will it take for this flutter in her heart to fade again? In the end, Tang Shuang's slow-to-realize, steadfast love still went to that passionate, fiery, yet gentle boy. Who says youth has to end with a result? Sometimes things simply come to nothing.
Theme: The passionate youth of an ordinary girl
