In the midsummer of that year, cicadas were chirping noisily. Li Yan, wearing a blue and white school uniform, stood under the teaching building. The sunlight lengthened his shadow. At that moment, Tang Yue, who had low self-esteem, seemed to have her soul frozen. She had never seen such a dazzling young man. He was so enthusiastic and public, like the scorching sun, easily shining into her closed world.
The secret love I had when I was a student has grown wildly in countless peeking moments, but I have never been able to express it.
Later, it was another summer, and the sea breeze carried the salty breath. Tang Yue stood on the beach, looking at the boundless sea, her vision blurred by tears.
The ending of secret love is that everyone is happy.
Purpose: practice
