"The fog surrounds the island, and the island guards the fog."
Secret love is something I can't hide, and it's my courage to make a desperate move.
The sunlight in the math class slanted into the classroom, and Lin Wu counted the shadows cast by the broken hair on the back of Jiang Yu's neck.
Looking at his slightly curved back, he repeatedly traced the familiar outline in the corner of the draft paper until the eraser erased the edges.
He always sat in the third row by the window, and when he turned his pen, the shadow of his knuckled fingers would be reflected on her desk.
During lunch break, he always slept on the table, and she passed by on the pretext of going to the bathroom, staring at the butterfly-wing-like shadows cast by his eyelashes under his eyes.
Until the school bell broke the silence, she turned around in panic, and the knocked over pencil rolled to his feet, but he kept his eyes closed, not knowing that a name turned into a cocoon in her throat.
Concept: Sour secret love and growth