I spent eight years weaving a web called secret love. During this youth, I collected every smile and every look from his back. The name on each draft paper was also the formula I had imagined written on the textbook every time my mind wandered in math class.
And the other side of the sea is not the sea anymore. It is a rotting whale, a drifting rose petal, a secret that cannot be hidden, and a love that I cannot express.
I once walked around the entire campus just to take a look at you, even though I passed by you, even though you never looked at me.
There are not only dense formulas on the draft paper, but also a meaningful name - Gu Nanheng
Finally, in the eighth year of my crush on him, it was time to get my wish. When he finally held my hand, reality gave me a heavy blow
Intention: growth