When the boy in the black sweatshirt smiled and introduced us to the rules of the game, I did not expect that this would be a one-man show that lasted three months.
I started recording every line he said, studying every type of script he liked, and even deliberately stayed a little longer after the game ended just to have one more sentence with him. My notebooks are filled with scraps about him...
It wasn't until that rainy Saturday that I realized that the secret love script I had carefully written was destined to have a BE ending from the beginning.
But I don't regret it, because in this script killing called "Secret Love", I learned the most precious lesson: some stories don't necessarily have to reach the end to be beautiful.
Purpose: youth pain literature
