Youth is like a huge fireworks feast. It only takes a short moment to confuse your eyes.
When sadness has become a thing of the past, can we really sing a simple sentence: A quick glance, and it will be transferred to decades...
Or is it the sad feeling of being unable to let go, constantly cutting, and still confused?
Do you still remember that year, when it was snowing non-stop in the North, 14-year-old Li Xiaozi met the 26-year-old Fourth Master Qin in the ice and snow? When youth met coldness, did you indulge in this dangerous relationship, or suppress this unbearable heart?
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If lies and truth cannot coexist, will they spark hatred or remain an unchanging promise?
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At this moment, the years are quiet, let the time of memories----- help you find the answer...