Jian Changle: I dare not even get closer to you.
The phoenix tree passed through that period of happiness and drifted down slowly. If you've been here, remember.
She thought she had forgotten. The whispers of the past, the attachment of the past.
Nine years ago, they talked about everything and were childhood sweethearts, but he wanted to leave; nine years later, they were speechless and became strangers, but he wanted to come back.
One is a lonely girl wandering around, and the other is a talented photographer with a promising future. They have different backgrounds and different lives. Nine years later, they should not have crossed paths, but they are deeply involved because of his bad temper and her loneliness.
When the years passed and everything ceased to exist, he understood that it was only because of his lack of firmness that happiness had a chance, and his hands ruined their friendship and happiness. This is not a tragedy, just a small mistake.
That summer, the sycamore leaves fell. From then on, she and her phoenix trees would never see autumn again.
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