Received in advance
Ji Changqing, the proud son of heaven, xed Wei Chunsheng, a sick young man
"Long-lived locks cannot stop short-lived ghosts"
"It doesn't matter whether fate is short-lived or not, I just hope it will last forever."
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The day Wei Chunsheng had a car accident was Ji Changqing's eighteenth birthday.
The day Ji Changqing lost his memory was Wei Chunsheng's eighteenth birthday.
In the bustling street, Ji Changqing only heard him calling his name, followed by the sharp sound of brakes and the muffled sound of the boy falling in front of him.
For Wei Chunsheng, death is liberation.
The pain is temporary, but it can also be remembered for a lifetime.
"Mentioning you is like rubbing salt into an old wound."
But even my qualifications to think of you have been taken away by God.
Intention: I love you
