
I Pray That We Can Meet Again in the Vast Universe
About This Novel
Before the liberal arts and sciences were divided into subjects, Meng Shier stood on the podium in the high school Chinese class as usual, reading the model essay he wrote that was rated as excellent by the class teacher, "My previous life must have been flowing water, with the seasons changing, the stars changing, and running forward non-stop. However, the clear stream is cold, lonely, and lonely in my heart..." One day, she accidentally met a strange boy on her way home from school. The strange face she had just met for the first time felt inexplicably familiar and familiar. As we all know, people tend to remember the name of the person who ranked first in the class during their studies, but few people care about who is second. Indeed, the name "Meng Shier" seems destined to be forgotten in the long river of time one day in the future.
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