The Inconspicuous Me Has Become the Obsession of the God of Learning

Midsummer is the beginning and the return journey. The chirping of cicadas carries the young man's thoughts, fermenting quietly in the hot wind. She is looking up hidden in the dust, and he is the light hanging in the clouds. A clumsy approach, a thin barrier of inferiority, separated the ignorant heartbeat into a distant look. That summer, she rushed to a secret love that no one knew about. This secret love started from a girl's ignorant mind. It was sour and timid, and it was also the biggest secret in her entire youth.