I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when Xiaohua accidentally saw my penguin grouping list, a trace of surprise flashed through her charming eyes: "I thought you would put him in a different position, instead of..." Instead, instead of lumping them together. There was a trace of Chuchen in Xiaohua's tone, and there seemed to be a comfort of understanding. After I glanced at him curiously, I just raised the corners of my mouth in a careless arc.
Yes, he is different, so different that just mentioning it will remind me of past memories. These memories seem to have become deep-rooted beliefs, occupying my entire life bit by bit.
Who says time can dilute everything? It just makes the past vivid and easy to burn deeply into the mind.
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