After graduating from high school, I confessed my love to Jiang Wu. The love letter I had the courage to write was the only time I longed for light in my gloomy life. But what came before the reply was the notification of my critical illness.
Jiang Wu, he is like a fog that can never be grasped, leaving a moist mark in my boring life.
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Intention: Love should be spoken loudly