Two-way crush
Amid the ticking sound of the countdown to high school, test papers piled up into unfamiliar mountains. The smeared ink on the tip of the pen is the tears she secretly wiped away late at night, and the panic that she tried to catch but always slipped away - this panic reached its peak when facing the radiant young man Zhu Shuang. His excellence was like a mirror, reflecting the sensitivity and inferiority in her bones. She was like a clumsy snail, eager to get close to the warm light, but she was stung by her hard shell. Every time he approached with kindness, she was pushed away with cold distance; every time he expressed sincere appreciation, it turned into deeper self-doubt in her heart. The water at this time is the ink mark of the pen tip, and it is the undercurrent intertwined with the bitter tears in my heart and the throbbing that I dare not express in my mouth.
Intention: In her story, there may also be the mountains and rivers and lost paths that you have traveled through.