Fang Hui's Inner Monologue in That Year in a Hurry

About This Novel

I once thought that youth was a grand fireworks, gorgeous and short-lived, leaving memories like stars in the sky. I thought love was the brightest bouquet among the fireworks, able to illuminate all my confusion and cowardice. It wasn't until later that I realized that after some fireworks burned out, what was left behind was not starlight, but bone-chilling coldness and endless ashes. And I, Fang Hui, spent my hasty years falling in love with someone and losing myself.

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