Friends said this is not a good love story. Yes and no. Because what I want to write about is not love. Rather, it is a feeling about friendship between girls. I often feel that a friendship that is too close can sometimes be almost close to love, with a warm and faint feeling of ambiguity. Tentacles warm. No matter what kind of injury, there will always be someone with a hug behind you, waiting for you silently. Just for you. What a blessing. Some words like running accounts can be regarded as my condolences and nostalgia for the long-gone university life. That era of fluttering white clothes. You and I have walked hand in hand.
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