
About This Novel
The breeze blows slowly, all of which are the smells in the memory. Take a deep breath, and in front of you is the dazzling red bougainvillea, which makes people's faces turn red. Corridors that are always wet, stair handrails that are rusty and mottled, balconies that are always full of people
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