
About This Novel
The past is like smoke, the world is passing by in a hurry, and half a life has passed in the blink of an eye. It is difficult to make up for the mistakes made in the past, and it is difficult to turn back from the wrong path. Regret is useless. The old friend is nowhere to be found, so I can only make a painting to express my longing for him.
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