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Three years ago, they were equally afraid of death.
Three years later.
Jiang Wangying can already carry the mountain on his back, every moment.
She knew that it was love that held her up.
——"Yan You."
"It's raining in Singapore."
——"Jiang Wangying, you miss me."
Between thirty latitudes, there is only an outpouring of longing.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
