They started with the melodious but slightly trembling "Later", but the ending was that there was no more "Later" for them. Her life is filled with regrets, and she moves forward alone guarding the night sky and memories. A sudden moment in the green years, nothing can compare to fate's backfire. They are not academic geniuses, elites in the workplace, or idols who take the stage with the halo of protagonists. They are just ordinary people like you and me, working hard to pursue what they want in ordinary life. They are also forced to work nine to five, and also run for scraps of silver. But they have flesh and blood, feelings and love. Their stories are your and my lives. I hope that people who read the story can see themselves in it; I hope that it can bring a beam of light to everyone who meets in the text and illuminate the way to the bottom of their hearts. Life is going on, stories are happening...
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Ordinary people, ordinary things. Every sentence is full of regret and every word is sad.
Ordinary people, ordinary things. Every sentence is full of regret and every word is sad.