A grand youth, an ordinary physical education class, the God of Love quietly comes and quietly shoots an arrow that cannot be turned back. The sweetness at first creates a trap later. "I like him very much!" "I loved him." Maybe no one is wrong.
I wrote it in a mess. I suggest you not to fall into the trap. I feel that the author will run away at any time...
Intention: Young people are deeply in love, but they are not as strong as being separated by one person.