From the secret love that he secretly looked at to the confession without hesitation, she hid her love in every overtime companionship; from the rejection of deliberate alienation to the tossing and turning of longing, he buried his regrets in every late night without her. They meet again in the workplace and overcome crises together. He clumsily learns to love, and she slowly lets go. On the road to reunion, there are the swords and swords in the workplace, the sweetness and trivialities of life, and the long flow of water hidden in the fireworks.
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Come on, let the me of today be better than the me of yesterday
Come on, let the me of today be better than the me of yesterday