Lin Yihuan met Jiang Song when she was at her most inferior and sensitive year.
The young man smiled wildly and heartily, and his bright eyes seemed to be filled with a sea of stars, at least under Lin Yihuan's painting brush.
Lin Yihuan will never forget that evening when cicadas were chirping noisily. The black hair on the young man's forehead was wet with sweat. He was grabbing the ball and attacking! The movements are neat and flowing. She couldn't help but stop and look around, but she happened to catch a glimpse of his eyes. She only paused for that second, and ran away in panic. Only the blush on her face told the girl's secret buried deep in her heart that no one knew...
On the day of graduation, Lin Yihuan's eyes followed Jiang Song for a long time. She also knew that this was the last time they would meet... There was no reunion after a long separation that was whitewashed in novels. In Lin Yihuan's world, Jiang Song was the white moonlight cinnabar mole of her girlhood. But if she missed it, she would miss it. Time would carry her little secret to the distance and then dissipate with the wind...
Intention: Fruitlessness is a fact that every secret admirer must prepare for and accept.