
The Remaining Fragments of Memory
by Writercfxa2r
About This Novel
She and I were talking about the adapted materials... She took the injured me and hid in a corner, stroking my face: Wake up, Jiang Chen, your uncle is not who you think, you need to get better... Maybe it's not this time, I can't see her place in my heart. Looking at the city with flowers, those years appear in front of me again and again, and those bloody oaths are looking forward to in my mind. Met her by accident. I originally thought I could be with her, but I didn't expect the reality to be so aggressive. After many battles and stories with her, I grew up in an instant. Drinking a glass of red wine, I walked to her drunken pavilion in the countryside and looked quietly into the distance. It seemed that I was no longer indifferent to the world. Maybe this is the world of vows, maybe that girl wearing a snow-white dress and smiling sweetly could be her!
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