This is a novel that may not be considered a novel, but is based on the author's real experience.
The beauty of novels is that they can always be filled with unbridled conjectures, because the endings of life are often so fucked up that it breaks your heart.
I only dedicate this to my eighteen years old, who I loved with all my strength without any regrets.
When you no longer have it, the only thing you can do is not forget it.
Lu Fan, Lu Fan.
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