In the early autumn, I bumped into someone on the camphor road. The cold-tempered and self-possessed would-be lawyer was hiding his feelings and was at a loss, only to be seen through by the enthusiastic and paranoid young man.
Peeping from across the table in the library, repeatedly pulling back and forth in the small dormitory, and shouldering all the storms of the workplace in the future.
The estrangement and suspicion gradually softened, and the two completely opposite people were entangled with each other. From the first meeting in the phoenix tree to the sunset wedding ceremony, they had hidden their hot feelings for several years and burned them into long embers that would never be cold in their lifetime.
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