
About This Novel
Love is not a breeze, it comes gently and leaves with a fragrant breath. Love is a heavy air pressure. Its existence seems to be there or not, but it can make you feel extremely heavy, suffocate you, and make you want to cry for help, but you can't tell anyone your pain. Love, why does it exist?
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