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The midsummer that year seemed to be hotter than in previous years. The girl in the graduation photo smiled sweetly, and behind her was a young man wearing a white shirt and smiling flamboyantly.
It was midsummer when we met, and it was midsummer when we parted. His little rose was always hidden in that midsummer.
(Adapted from "Hidden in Midsummer" by Qiu Riliang)
