"In my obscure adolescence, when I didn't understand emotions, I met a person. Until now, no one understood what was in my heart, but I opened my mouth and it was him."
What does liking mean, what does love mean?
Fang Yuan doesn't know, doesn't understand, doesn't know, doesn't understand.
The only thing that she remembers deeply is that one late night in July, it was extremely hot, the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and the must-listen song for a broken heart was playing on her mobile phone. She held a wrinkled piece of paper in her hand, and tears fell silently.
I deceive myself and others that I am not in love.
After a long time, Fang Yuan felt extremely complicated when she saw Chu Yao passing by the corridor.
She took out the crumpled paper and read it again.
"The sky is high and the sky is high, and the road ahead is long. You are still young, so go embrace your future."
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