Love is Like a Dead Tree, Never Spring Again
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I am a child of the moon, born with albinism, moderate myopia and unable to see any sunlight. When we were playing in the maze park, my boyfriend's little Qingmei was afraid of getting tanned, so he grabbed my hat and sunglasses and carefully put them on her. I turned around and explained impatiently: "Hanhan's skin is delicate and she can't stand the heat. You have to bear with it for now. I'll find you after I take her out." I went to get the hat on her head noisily, and Xiao Qingmei cried in grievance. Her boyfriend hugged her and left the maze, his voice cold before leaving. "Lin Shu, you'd better be honest. I promised you I would come back to you." I watched them leave blankly. Enduring the pain of being sunburned, I didn't figure out the maze until night. And her boyfriend and Xiao Qingmei were eating a piece of strawberry cake. I didn't cry or make a fuss. He didn't know that I was going to Nepal to teach. ...
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