Modern campus romance story
"What is the end of secret love?"
It's hiding behind the sycamore tree and counting the melted snow particles on his eyelashes, it's the unsigned formula hidden in the crumbs of croissants stuffed into his desk, it's the temperature of his fingertips brushing the back of your hand when we meet again, it's him saying "I've kept this photo for three years"——
It turns out that the wind that passed by each other in those years had already brewed the sweetness of running in both directions.
Purpose: High school crush