(It's a short story, so the plot may go by very quickly, and the emotional line is also fast-forwarded.) The restless heart in youth is like a cocoon that can't be pulled to the end, thin and thin. The words of farewell that are four years late are not spoken, and the envelope that ends in hundreds is dropped. The lock of the lock core is finally filled with sunshine. A sweet and sour love story between two teenagers heading towards each other. (Aa love? The old article was written when I was young and it was too embarrassing. I re-opened it) It's probably a dark, careful and abstract attack × explosive hair, inner heat and irritability (actually, he is a very pitiful little hedgehog)
Concept: A sour love story of youth.
