
Your Youth, My Time
About This Novel
When she was sixteen years old, she remembered him holding his hand under the dim street light, feeling deeply in love that this boy did not belong to her; when she was eighteen years old, she thought that even if they were not in love enough, they might be together for a lifetime; at twenty-two, when she was no longer immature, when she met that figure she had never expected, she still simply thought about the connection between the two, believing that the hands they held would never let go. Love makes people crazy, intoxicating, gentle, and heartbreaking. How many people have I passed by, how many tears have I seen, how many unforgivable sins have I committed, and I have experienced the bitterness of life with my heart. I thought maybe she would be alone and face her whole life, would there ever be a day when she could love again... If she didn't really put her heart into it, how could she have that day in the future. --The plot is fictitious, please do not imitate it.
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