During the seven hundred days from his second year to his third year in high school, there was an unnamed "him" hidden in Jiang Feng's diary. It's the white shirt on the basketball court, the astringent taste of lemonade, the profile diagonally across from the library, and the unspoken "come on". This silent secret love started with a touch of fingertips and ended with the words "I don't want to like you anymore" during the graduation season. The unknown heartbeat and fading are the unfinished farewells that belong exclusively to young people.
Intent: Silent confessions are finally a thing of the past
