In the seventeen-year-old wind, Song Youchen's white shirt was stained with grass clippings, and Song Yun's notebook contained the circled word "Song".
He knocked on the corner of the table to prompt her to answer the question, and she handed over the water with just the right temperature. The eyes that dodge when looking at each other, the touches that pretend to be unintentional, are all unspoken concerns...
See you again after many years. This time, is it a make-up confession, or is it a silent secret?
Purpose: Let us know through secret love that no matter whether the ending is happy or not, the throbbing and courage hidden in the heart have become the softest marks in life. It proves that I have ever been so passionately and purely moved by someone.