Love in girlhood is like the summer sun, warm and bright, and cannot be looked directly at.
"It's okay, I just like you, I don't want you to like me."
"You are too polite. You don't have to reply to people you don't like."
"Nannan, I like you so much! Super, super!"
I like you so much, but life is too long, and I'm not sure if I will always only like you.
They say graduation is the season of breakups, but it seems to be just the switch for my love to turn into a secret love.
Purpose: pure story