The midsummer of fifteen years old was noisy.
Zhao Wannan fell into endless rumors and isolation. Wen Chenpei, whom she liked, stood in the crowd and always chose to watch silently.
Someone trampled on her sincerity wantonly, her friends stabbed her in the back, her love wavered, and her youth was full of sharp cracks.
Later, midsummer came to an end and all the turmoil calmed down.
The wound slowly scabbed over and the pain faded away, leaving only a scar that will never fade away.
After all, there is only a residual scar left from that young heartbeat, which cannot be eliminated year after year.
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