The day he left, he didn't say anything.
The flower withered in the glass vase. She waited for four years.
The reunion was at the company where she was interning, and she pretended not to know him.
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Zhou Yanzhi, please hold on tight this time!
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Zhou Yanzhi, rotten dead wood blooms in spring.
Xu Zhi, the curled branches and leaves stretch towards the sun.
