When I was in junior high school, I fell in love with a man named Ye.
This love has always been hidden in a corner and not known by others. It was not spectacular, but it was unforgettable. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, only the tears on my cheeks prove that he once existed.
Did it really exist? Maybe. I just remember that moment when I was so caught up in his sadness that I couldn't extricate myself. He just scratched lightly, leaving scars that no one can erase.
In my articles, this name has been quoted countless times, but every time it is like in that story, he is just an inconspicuous supporting character struggling in reincarnation. In the past and in the future, such ridiculous stories cannot be put on the big stage of reality.
So I promise you, just like you promised her, I will set you free.
But no matter how the river of time washes away the memory, those pains will still be like thorns, entangled in the hearts of everyone who knows that story.
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