A childhood friend said she wanted to donate her heart.
I almost smashed the half-eaten apple into his face.
"What if," he said, "my heart isn't mine too?"
I rolled my eyes to the back of my head: It's not yours, could it be mine?
Later I found out - it was really mine.
But my chest was already beating.
Then, what is it that is surging in my body and refuses to stop?
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Zeng Xing stood not far from the sea.
Maybe it just doesn't seem that far away.
The road stretched into a line in front, and at the end of the line, the waves were climbing to the shore over and over again.
She gasped and raised her hands to wipe sweat.
The man next to him smiled and turned back: "Can't you walk now?"
She didn't hear it.
She only heard the sound of the waves getting closer and closer, as if calling her.
Take me away.
She thought so.
Intention: Love, forever