When the teacher calls your name, my heartbeat is one step ahead of yours; when you are criticized by the class teacher, I am actually more worried than you; when you are praised by the class teacher, I am actually happier than you.
What is secret love?
Is it that every time I pass by your seat, I can't help but slow down and want to smell your breath more?
Is it because everyone else is looking down at the questions, but I secretly look up at you a thousand times?
Is it that every time you look out the window, I'm looking at you?
Intention: secret love