Secret love is a one-man show. We always only want to see the person we want to see. I am paranoid, so are you? I always look at him and you always look at me.
Obviously no one is at fault, and they are all pitiful, but fate is such that we can only be forced to move forward. At least one of the two can achieve perfection.
It seems that he has been abusing the male protagonist, but I can always understand the contradiction of the heroine, the pull of her emotions, and the hot feelings for the heroine in her teenage years are like a mountain of fire. She has nowhere to start, can't move forward and can't retreat. There is nothing wrong in the two people's positions. What is wrong is that the time has not come.