It was a work that I secretly wrote in class a long time ago. The homework books at that time were all used to write stuff. Now it seems to be a very childish work, but it is also pure, simple and clean. It is absolutely impossible to write such a clear story now. Although I was deeply influenced by tragic aesthetics at that time. A simple and beautiful campus story, the ending is slightly regrettable, but this may be the best, whether for them in the novel, or for me in the past or present...
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