Five years ago, he found him. I leaned against the door and watched him in a hurry, angry, regretful, and most of all, worried.
Five years later, I came back here. I stood in front of the door and looked at the dust in the house. I felt so unwilling and shocked. But in the end it was of no use.
Maybe staying by the side of the people who love me is worthy of happiness. But I have never been a person who knows how to cherish.
As always. Just as in the past
The main article is completed, follow-up and memory chapters TBC
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