That day, I saw your face on the glass.
In 2014, I was sixteen years old. It appeared again and again in front of the twenty-seven-year-old me.
In 2025, I met my man again after eleven years, and he became the "golden finger" in my career. I lost my best friend.
In eleven years, from a small town high school student to an urban beauty, how has time shaped us, and how has our hometown attracted us?
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1. The full text is narrated by the heroine in the first person.
2. The calendars for 2014 and 2025 are the same. The article is interspersed with two timeline narratives, both telling what happened in different years at the same point in time. There will be more plot in 2025.
Intention: Not traveling through time