
About This Novel
When I was young, I loved chasing dreams, and all I wanted to do was fly forward. Looking back, half my life has passed, just like a dream. How many times have I cried, not knowing whether it was regret, regret, or longing for the lost beauty? The boy is no longer the boy he was before, looking at the endless flow of traffic. I can't help but feel confused, where should I go in the future?
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