Xu Jieyue's secret love was like an arrow hanging on a string, aiming at the young man named Lin Zhaixing.
In the ten years from elementary school to university, her diary collected all the moments related to him.
This arrow called love is full of energy throughout youth, but it never has the courage to shoot the target.
It was not until the years passed that she realized that some arrows did not need to be shot, and those left on the string were the most beautiful gestures.
Concept: A story of youthful secret love and the aesthetic value of youthful regret.