
A Story About Wind and Rain
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First love is a very beautiful word, it represents youth, youthfulness, and ignorance, but it also carries a lot of regrets, words that you want to say but can no longer say, just like some loves can only stop at the lips and teeth, hidden by the years. "Emm... I have something to tell you." My fingers were trembling as I typed this sentence on the screen. The moment I clicked send, my vest was covered with a thin layer of sweat. "Say it," he said simply. ... "I like you" finally came out after a long struggle in my heart. The waiting time was excruciating, about an hour later. "I'll give you an answer at twelve o'clock," he said. "Okay" I replied. I couldn't help but turn on my phone to see if he had replied to me. I waited and waited. Finally, at twelve o'clock, just when I thought he was asleep, he... Replied me with a song. A song named Xiaoyu...
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