Yu Hui's long and hazy girlish love is like a sour plum, like a messy ball of wool, or a prickly sweater. This timid yet grand love is a tilted umbrella, a drawer of unsent letters, and a chat interface that is turned over and over again. Yu Hui's eyes only followed her ponytail, "I'm sorry, I really like you, Shen Yulin, just look at me, okay?"
Concept: Lily has a crush on each other