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Longing is a pain that breathes; memories are a poison that eats away at your bones.

That year, He Qianyue wrote four letters in Lin Sheng's palm: M, I, S, S.

Their fingers intertwined, holding tight to that word as if it were love itself.

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A note from the author: 1. This is a spin-off of "When Night's Done, Let Us Rejoice." It has little connection to the earlier story and can be read on its own. When Night's Done, Let Us Rejoice

2. A short-to-medium-length practice piece, about 100,000 characters, with a complete ending.

3. Don't read without leaving a comment!

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